Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Not good.
Saint sucked in a breath doing a perfect shocked human expression with wide eyes and everything. “Oh, my Colby.”
I changed my mind…he was a shocked Mrs. Fletcher from Murder, She Wrote.
“At least we found the right place to look?” He was correct, though. Our relationship shouldn’t be next to a half-naked alien warrior prince fighting to fuck the woman he loved on some purple planet. “Oh, that one.”
Grateful to see a familiar author, I tugged on his tentacle and chuckled when he pretended to let me drag him down the aisle. “That’s the new release I was telling you about when we were walking over.”
“Ah.” Switching to his smiling, tender human expression, Saint sighed. “An example of a successful mating which has provided much information for the author.”
Huh?
Oh.
“I knew it.” Snatching up the new book as well as my favorite that’d come out last year, I waved them at Saint. “I knew they were mated. Their backlist isn’t the same type of story. The books started at regular alien smut but then they changed.”
I knew it.
Saint looked like he was trying not to laugh as he rubbed his tentacle over my head. “You are highly intuitive, my Colby. Some humans sense changes better than others.”
I didn’t care if he was humoring me or not, I just waved the books again. “He’s right? I mean, he’s telling the truth about stuff? It’s fiction but it’s not fiction?”
I wasn’t making nearly enough sense to be talking to someone whose third or fourth language was English, but Saint was smart and caught up quickly. “You would like to know if the human author has correct biological and cultural information? Fiction being not fact based but accurate when dealing with matings?”
“Yes.” He was brilliant.
And didn’t make me wait for my answer.
“Yes, my Colby.” Pulling me closer, I could feel his limbs tightening like he was forcing himself not to pick me up. “I have not found any incorrect factual information in the books you have defined as changed.”
Wow.
I had to ask.
I just had to.
Inching closer, I dropped my voice to a whisper so my question wouldn’t get us kicked out of the bookstore. “What about the lightning?”
Saint’s grin would’ve been ear to ear on a human. “Our body produces mild electrical stimulation. It was an evolutionary adaptation for defense.”
He could lightning me.
The first scene I’d read about them applying electrical stimulation to their human partner during sex came flooding back to me. Saint gave a bubbly laugh as he sensed the not-so-subtle changes in me. “My human is curious.”
Oh yeah.
“It…but it hurts?” That wasn’t really the question I wanted to ask, but Saint knew that, thankfully, and answered what I’d really wanted to know.
“You are a human who craves painful pleasures, my Colby.” A smaller limb stroked over my head as he cuddled me as tightly as he could in public. “My knowledge of you and of the human biological system informs me that you will enjoy what is sometimes called electrical play.”
My brain was stuck on stupid mode, but I managed to nod and find a few words. “It…the books say it doesn’t damage humans. We’re…we’re too big for it to hurt us. Like bad hurt. It’s just…it’s lightning.”
There were a variety of names it was called, but most of the time it was lightning and it made subs come like nothing I’d ever read…or experienced.
The author had lived out those scenes?
Saint said he was mated to one of them and he’d said the information was accurate.
Wow.
Saint could write a book about me being lightninged and everyone could read about it.
“Public is not for human pleasures, my Colby.” The tip of one smaller tentacle made a no-no kind of gesture in front of my face. “We must abide by human social customs.”
Unfortunately.
Swallowing hard, I tried to shove my vivid imagination in another direction. “Yes, social customs.”
And those dictated I couldn’t walk around with an erection.
Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and thought about buying the book and if I could talk Saint into letting me have another coffee.
Yep.
That worked.
Picturing his frowning face as he worried about me dying from neurotoxins had my cock starting to behave again. Opening my eyes, I did my best to think fewer erotic thoughts. “I should probably let you know that my list of limits includes lightning as long as you think it’s safe for humans.”
Hell, I’d read enough about it that I’d have taken fifty-fifty odds.
I’d lived a full life. It’d be fine.
“You will be safe, my Colby. There are no irregularities in your body which would put you at risk.” Petting my head again, he relaxed his hold and shifted back to give us the appropriate amount of space for human social norms. “You will be what is called overstimulated, however.”
He wasn’t helping the situation in my pants, but I took another deep breath and nodded. “I’m fine with that. Yes. I’m good with that going on our list.”