Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
I study his hand as he holds them out to the fire to warm them. Three fingers and a thumb, just like the other aliens. "Maybe they're like different dog breeds," I say to Flor. "You know, like how with dogs they're all canines but have different characteristics or something."
"Woof," Flor purrs. "I'll be that one's chihuahua any day of the week. He's fucking gorgeous."
I kinda have to agree. All of the aliens that are arriving are good-looking. I don't think I've seen an ugly one on this planet…well, except for Gren. But this guy is something else. There's a set to his features that seem to be downright magical. His eyes are bright, lined with thick, dark lashes. His nose is slim and straight, and his beard frames the most gorgeous, kissable mouth I've ever seen. He's just…perfection.
Perfection gets to his feet and tosses the fur off his body, throwing it onto one of the empty seats near the fire.
He's not wearing a stitch underneath.
Flor grabs my hand even as I gasp aloud in surprise.
Island Adonis is…packing heat. In fact, he looks like he's packing too much heat. The sa-khui are pretty fluid about nudity, so I've seen some peen and buns on the beach. It doesn't feel right to look, though, considering each guy is someone's dad or some lucky girl's husband. So I tend to look away when there's a reveal. I should have guessed that an islander would be even more loosey-goosey about nudity, though. Dude's got a baseball bat between his legs. He's hairless here, of all things, but I can see a heavy set of balls, that weird spur-thing that everyone giggles about, and most of all, what has to be at least a foot of extremely thick, veiny dick.
He must have heard my gasp, because he looks around. Our eyes meet across the fire.
A slow smile curls his mouth, showing a hint of fang. If it's possible, he grows even more gorgeous.
Flor nudges me. "He's checking you out, Bridge!"
"I'm sure he's just curious," I murmur, even though I can't look away from those eyes. He's confident, this guy, and that confidence is utterly appealing. It's like he knows that I find him sexy and it amuses him. I pretend like it's no big deal, returning to the sewing in my lap. "If he wants to come talk to me, I'm sitting right here."
"At least we won't die virgins," Flor says with a dramatic sigh.
I nudge her with my shoulder. "Bitch, please. You haven't been a virgin in forever."
She laughs wildly. "No one tell my nanay that. I'm a very good girl." The look she gives me is pure naughtiness, though. That's Flor in a nutshell—always trying to make everyone laugh and enjoy themselves. She's a bit of a clown for all that she's the oldest of our group, but I love her fun attitude. She leans over and whispers to me. "He's big, though, isn't he?"
Yeah, I noticed that, too. He's definitely less David and more Goliath in the loincloth. I glance over at him again—because how can you not?—and he's watching me still. With a smile and a toss of my hair, I go back to teasing Flor. "You know for a so-called virgin, you're very knowledgeable about dicks."
"Don't tell my nanay that, either." She winks.
2
A'TAM
It does not matter to me that this beach is cold and covered with white fluff that I am told is frozen water. It does not matter that my home has sunk to the bottom of the sea and I have eaten nothing for three days but a few bits of dried fish. It does not matter that I have not slept in just as long.
My mate is here.
Of course, she is not my mate yet. I do not know her name, and my khui is silent. It does not matter, though. She will be my mate. The moment I saw her sparkling eyes and smile, I knew. Her face is lovely, for all that it is strange and flat like L'ren and M'rsl. Her humor shows clear through, as does her fearlessness. She is not afraid of a strange clan appearing on the beach, but only stares at us with blatant curiosity.
She stared at my cock with the same obvious attention, and I decide this will be a fine, fierce female…just as soon as I resonate to her.
I rub my chest, silently encouraging my khui to sing out its claim, but it remains silent. Soon enough, then.
I finish warming myself by the fire and move to go talk to the creature. A hyoo-man, L'ren said. K'thar of Strong Arm seems very happy with his hyoo-man mate, and T'chai of Tall Horn…well. T'chai would likely be very happy with his female if his guts were not in danger of spilling out of him.