Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He said something to her, a series of low-pitched warbles.
Not one of the other males on this ship offered a translation, though she glanced around in hope for an explanation.
Her distraction was exploited. The Heidron put his mouth on hers.
The attack had been well-coordinated. Her head hit his bicep, his fingers pinching her jaw open so he could steal a taste. Female squeal squelched by a lapping tongue in her mouth, Morgaine found he held her immobile, that he possessed total control.
With his fingers pinching her cheeks, she could not even bite.
The male took his time exploring her taste, the edges of her teeth, swallowing down her nervous pants, careless that others openly watched.
Skin prickling from a creeping flush, Morgaine sagged and let him do what he wished. Nips on her lips kept them parted, an undulating tongue teased. It wasn’t like the teeth shattering kisses Esin had forced on her mouth.
This male conquered with cleverness, not violence. And though he ran his hand carefully over her throat and collarbones, he didn’t paw.
But he would.
Unsolicited Alpha attention continued the entire flight from ship to ship, endured by a confused woman who did not understand why his fingers were so careful, or why he didn’t grunt at her like Esin did when she failed to adequately return the kiss.
It seemed he didn’t mind her lack of participation. In fact, the more still she grew, the more excited the Alpha became. The smell of musk dripped from his pores; it was rubbed on her, unavoidable like that tongue playing between her teeth.
When the ship docked and the door opened, he set her free, only to gather her up against his chest before she might take so much as a step. The others were left behind as he marched forward to the riotous sound of cheering men.
Holding her tightly to him, he gave a single triumphant shout in return. When she startled, when fear bloomed all the brighter, his march through the hangar became a rushed affair.
Corridor, corridor, corridor, left, too many turns to count, a beep and a slick slide of a door.
Through the mad race, he had his paws on her anywhere he might reach without dropping her, his tongue on her skin like a slavering dog. The fur, her slim protection, was yanked away. A hand came to her chest, Morgaine pushed back until she fell into weightlessness.
Pillows cushioned impact, but not the sting against raised welts and aching bruises. And then the beast was over her, grinning, speaking guttural nonsense she could not understand, even as he tore at her clothes.
This she expected. This is how they all were.
The instant he had her naked, the Alpha stilled. Arms locked, muscles protruding, he panted and stared. Pink nipples, he licked his lips to see them. Her belly, flat and velvety, brought to his face a lecherous grin.
Legs caught outside his hips, Morgaine was fully exposed when that hungry gaze slid lower. Her slit shined with dampness, sweet slick smeared across her inner thighs… the same damn fluid that had plagued her body since she’d been taken from her cottage.
She tried to cover herself when a trickle leaked from her slit to drip between her cheeks. “I don’t know how to make it stop.”
With a grunt, both her hands were batted aside, wrists caught and pinned. He even shifted his knees to spread her further, to see the little, twitching mouth of her cunt waiting behind soft lower lips.
Pink, pretty, contracting in tight pulses at such direct attention.
Noises beyond the purr were coming from the barbarian, low threatening growls that turned her body against her fear.
On his lowest rumble, a rush of fluid spurted from her cunt, leaving Morgaine shocked, embarrassed, and trying to squirm away.
The more she moved, the more the grinning male countered.
He grumbled more words at her, lowering his head as he did so. He chased until her hips were caught and hooked over his shoulders. A broad tongue swept up as much of her slick in a single lick as it could, gathered it in his mouth to be savored.
He closed his eyes, offered a low, ravenous moan, and swallowed.
This had never been displayed on the wall during lessons. What he was doing was unseemly, Morgaine squealing when his mouth descended for another taste.
The other part of the Alpha was supposed to be jammed inside of her, not the tongue that had gone right back to licking her slit. It prodded her hole, played with the fleshly wet lips, worst of all, flicked at a part of her that made her gasp and choke on air.
No Sergeant Uriel was going to come into the room and tell the male to stop. Her pleas were nothing to him. In fact, they were not even making sense to her own ears.