Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
When I finally looked up, I saw her looking down at me with something like wonder in her eyes.
“You…you really do like it,” she panted.
“Baby, I fucking love it—love tasting your sweet little pussy,” I told her, my voice dipping down to a hoarse growl. “There’s nothing I’d rather do.”
“Oh…” She stroked my horns thoughtfully, which felt nice. Our horns are erogenous zones for Brutes, though not a lot of people know it. Having her pet my horns wasn’t exactly like letting her stroke my cock—they’re not that sensitive. But it does feel good, especially when it’s your Fated Mate doing the stroking.
“How do you feel, baby?” I asked, looking up at her. Her skin felt a bit cooler, like maybe the Need Fever had broken. But I couldn’t be sure until I heard it from her.
“Well…” She shifted her hips, as though trying to find an answer. “I think I’m okay,” she said at last. “I mean, my, er, clit doesn’t feel so tight anymore since you…since you licked it.” Her cheeks were getting hot with a blush as she spoke, but she went on anyway. “But I still feel kind of…I don’t know, funny inside.”
I was instantly on alert.
“Funny how?” I demanded.
“I don’t know…” She frowned. “Still empty inside. But why should I feel that way? It’s not like…like I need to have something up there. Right?”
Wrong. I knew exactly what was happening and how to help her, but I wasn’t sure she was going to like it. Still, if we were going to end the Need Fever completely, I would have to do it.
I just hoped she would understand.
33
AURORA
“I know what you need to help the emptiness, Princess, but you might not like it,” Slade told me.
I looked down at him, still sitting between my thighs and saw the concern in his golden eyes. Whatever he was about to suggest, I needed to listen and not say “no” as a knee-jerk reaction.
“Tell me,” I said. “I…I need to know.”
“All right. Well, you keep saying you feel empty—that’s because you need to be filled.” Slade slipped one long finger into my pussy, making me arch my back and moan. It felt so good to have him in me, but the single finger wasn’t enough—I knew at once I needed more.
“Oh, Slade!” I gasped. “Are…are you talking about…about Breeding me?”
He shook his head.
“Not yet, baby—you’re still too tight inside. Usually a Brute’s compounds will help his Fated Mate open for his shaft, but in this case, I think we let the Need Fever go too far. I’m going to need to open you slowly—over a period of days—before I can Breed you.”
“What? But how?” I demanded, and moaned because he had crooked his finger and was stroking that spot inside me—the thing he’d called a “G-spot—” and it felt so good I couldn’t hold still.
“With these.” Slade withdrew his finger and reached for something on the side of the bed. I recognized the black bag he’d had with him in the sex-department of the store and watched with trepidation as he opened it.
I frowned at what he pulled out. It was a clear case with six different rods inside it. They were graduated in size from the smallest, which was barely the length and size of Slade’s finger to the largest, which looked almost as big as his shaft. Every rod was a different color ranging from pale pink for the smallest, then baby blue, yellow, orange, red, and finally the largest one was dark purple.
“What are those?” I asked Slade as he pulled the baby blue rod out of the clear packaging.
“Stretchers,” he answered. “They’re going to help you open up, baby—gradually. Every night we’re going to use a different one on you to help your little pussy open.”
“You…you’re going to put them inside me?” I asked faintly. I had never imagined such an indignity. And yet, the idea of holding still while Slade filled me with the multicolored rods did something to me—made me feel hot and needy all over again. Maybe it was the idea of submitting and opening my body to him. Though I told myself I didn’t want to, my body seemed to think differently.
“Yes—we’re going to start with this one tonight.” Slade held up the baby blue rod. “I’m going to put it in you and fuck you with it and make you come again—that’s going to help with the Need Fever.”
“Goddess!” I breathed, looking at the blue rod. It was thicker than two of his fingers put together, which were so far, the thickest things I’d had inside me. “Will…will it hurt?” I asked in a small voice.
Slade shook his head.
“No, baby.” Leaning forward, he placed a soft kiss on the neatly trimmed thatch of curls on my mound. “No, you might feel a little stretching but as long as you’re a good girl and open for me, it shouldn’t hurt. I’m not going to rush you—we’re going to go slow,” he added.