Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
The bottom part of the male-wife outfit wasn’t much better. It was a kind of kilt, made of many strips of dark blue and black leather. It hung low on his hips, exposing the small of his back which Thrax preferred to keep covered. Even now he could feel the burning ache of the old scars and he had to restrain himself from reaching back to rub them.
At least he got to wear his own boots, he reflected as he stared at himself in the 3D viewer Kat had in the corner of her office. That was something.
“Hang on—be with you in a minute,” Kat called to him. She and Andi were behind the folding screen on the other side of the office where she was presumably getting Andi dressed up like a Delta Salacion “Queen” which was what the dominant females were called.
“You’re sure it’s supposed to fit this way?” Andi’s voice sounded rather doubtful. “I mean, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination, does it?”
Thrax’s ears pricked up. What exactly was his partner wearing? Could it possibly be worse than his own outfit?
“Trust me, doll—this is the latest style. I was up researching all night for you,” Kat said. “Look—you’ve got the float dots on, right? Which is good, because it means you don’t have to wear the corset pulled too tight. You’ve got a nice, curvy figure anyway—might as well show it off.”
“I don’t know that I want to show it off this much,” Andi protested.
“That’s kind of too bad, because this is what the Salacions are wearing. You want to fit in, right?”
“Yes, I do. Sorry, Kat—I wouldn’t have minded wearing something like this when I was younger. It’s just now, well…”
“Well, nothing. You look great! Come on—let’s go out and get your partner’s opinion.”
Kat and Andi came out from behind the folding screen and Thrax sucked in a breath at the sight of his partner. Andi was wearing a black skirt, short in the front and long in the back, with a slit in the middle and high black heels that made her short legs look much longer.
But it was the top of the outfit that caught and held Thrax’s gaze. Andi had on a black corset which laced up just under her full breasts. Tucked into it was a diaphanous white button down top with long, flowing sleeves. Her breasts were jutting outward and her ripe pink nipples were fully visible under the filmy fabric.
Thrax tried not to stare at them but it was damn hard—he’d fantasized about his partner’s full breasts on many different occasions but he’d never expected to get to see them like this.
“Hey, my eyes are up here,” Andi said sharply and he realized he was staring even though he’d been trying not to.
“Oh, uh, sorry.” Thrax jerked his gaze up to her face and saw that her cheeks were pink with embarrassment. “You look really good,” he offered, hoping the words didn’t come out sounding wrong. “Really, uh Queen-like.”
“Yeah, right—Queen of a strip club,” Andi said sourly.
She never liked to wear revealing clothing—probably because that stupid fucking ex-mate of hers had made her feel bad about her full, gorgeous curves.
She had admitted to Thrax, after both of them had had a few drinks one night, that her ex-mate had told her she was too fat and old to be attractive anymore. The words had so enraged Thrax that he’d wanted to hunt down Brian—what a stupid name for a male!—and pound some sense into his head.
But Andi wouldn’t let him. She’d pointed out that Thrax beating her ex would cause a lot of questions—not just from the authorities but from her daughter as well. Lindsey didn’t need to see her dad with two black eyes and a broken nose—it would be too hard on her.
Since he cared about Andi’s daughter, Thrax had reluctantly agreed not to beat the useless male’s ass. Instead he had gone to a family wedding as Andi’s “date.” The look of jaw-dropping disbelief on Brian’s face when he saw his wife with a menacing seven-foot-tall warrior with horns who was covered in curving black tattoos had been almost as good as a beating, as far as Thrax was concerned. The rest of Andi’s family had been buzzing with gossip too—it had been a lot of fun. He just wished it was true and he really was his partner’s significant other.
But of course that was impossible and not just because he was a Hybrid. No matter how many compliments he gave her, Andi seemed to think he was just “being nice.” She always laughed it off, though her cheeks did, on occasion, go pink when he told her how beautiful she was. Thrax just wished she could believe him and see herself the way he saw her.