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)
On and on the brute feasted, Morgaine’s eyes rolling back in her head.
There was a sense of powerlessness that stole the air from the room, that made her pant and wriggle—that even spread her thighs as if she wanted more. Buzzing skin, a great swirling crest of feeling…
And then she cried out, a burst of heat in her belly stealing all sense. Lava flowed through her veins, twisted her guts, and burned all the hotter as the male flicked the tip of his tongue even faster over that nub of sensation.
Her wrist was set free, her hand going to his forehead to push him away… but it was too late. Fingers pointed like a javelin, he pushed them knuckle deep into her sopping, twitching cunt.
Her inner muscles grabbed at those digits, fighting to draw them deeper, to clamp down around them while the rest of her spasmed uncontrollably.
It felt as if it would never end, the evil he was working on her body. Worse, it felt so good she could not stop the way she begged for more and rolled her hips against his wriggling fingers.
When the tide of pleasure slowly abated, she was boneless, tender and swollen between her legs, and caught lying back with a stranger’s fist partway in her body. Smiling down at her, he pulled it out slowly, carefully, despite her inner muscles trying their best to hold on tight.
He rubbed that hand, slippery with her fluids across his bare chest, leaving a mark of shine.
Next his fingers went to his belt, Morgaine unsure what to do.
She was not even sure of who she was in that moment.
Leather parted, the Alpha fisting a hard cock, stroking it as he stared down at her.
The crown was swollen, dripping beads of pearly fluid. The shaft was pulsating in a continuous throb, many times thicker than the Beta males’ she’d seen on the screen. At the base of it, a bulbous knot already hinted at what was sure to be far more than she could handle.
He was going to force that monstrosity in her, just as the Alpha had done on the screen.
Watching her face, the male continued to stroke that huge organ, speaking lowly in a rhythm of guttural consonants and growls. The things he said, she was certain translation was not desired. They were filthy things, disgusting things, things that would shame her more than he already had.
Why else would he look at her that way?
With one hand he took her shoulder and urged her to turn over. There was no fight, her body still reeling from sparks of raw feeling and her spirit trapped by his purr. On her knees, bracing her hands against the edge of his sunken bed, Morgaine let him draw her hips up high, and closed her eyes tight.
She felt him sweep her hair from her back and… and then she felt nothing.
He was not touching her, though he still knelt between her spread thighs. The heat of his body was certain, but he did not move.
Bracing for pain, Morgaine’s every muscle went tight. Still he did not penetrate her.
Sniffing, tears on her cheeks, she glanced over her shoulder and found such a look of rage on the Alpha’s face.
His hands, fingers spread, were hovering over the line of welts on her back.
Her only value in the eyes of Alphas was in her beauty, and she had already disgusted the one who possessed total power over her now.
Afraid, she sat a hip to the floor, pulled her knees under her chin, and made herself as small as possible. She even apologized. “I’ve been told they won’t scar. You won’t have to look at them forever.”
Climbing to his feet, he stood over her, nostrils flared and eyes wild. When she began to cry, he bounded from the nest. The nearest piece of furniture was grabbed; the Alpha flipping a table with such strength it broke against the wall. Next, a chair sailed through the air, his roar louder than a dragon’s when it shattered. After he’d torn a corner of the room to pieces, the brute flew, shouting at the top of his lungs, out the door.
Chapter 14
Never in her life had Morgaine seen anything like it—that type of rage, that total loss of control.
The second she was alone, she darted from the foreigner’s sleeping pit, threw on the shreds of her clothing, and grabbed the first potential weapon she could get her hands on.
A broken bit of metal, the edge sharp enough to cut into her palm as she gripped it.
The layout of his rooms was unfamiliar, but she ran through them looking for a decent place to hide or a way to get out. The wash chamber was too small, the room for food consumption too sparse. There was a living area with a view of space. In there, she saw they had left her planet, that a company of ships flew at their side.