Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
At my words, his pupils began to dilate, green eaten up by black. In words rough and guttural, he warned me, “If you choose to build your nest at the academy, you will not be inclined to leave it until our child is born. Are you sure you do not wish to stay here?”
Frustrated that he told me to tell him what I needed, then dared question my request, I lost my smile, I lost my purr, and I lost my patience. “There is no fog here! It’s too far from the ground. The air smells wrong. Need I go on?” How could he not understand I wanted what I wanted, and he had to give it to me? “Fuck me on your office floor, if that is what it takes, but I cannot stay in this wrong place!”
Purring as he poured himself back into the car, he eased over me, promising, “I have soft things there that I gathered for you, just in case. A room full of my scent, where I have slept for the last ten years. The door locks soundly, and it is dark and quiet.”
Yes, that was what I wanted. Nodding, I smiled, relieved when the door shut and his weight pinned me down to his now-torn seat.
The vehicle descended at record speed, the pair of us weightless and entwined in the freefall. The landing was soft, the driver careful.
Yet even through the wall between the cab of the vehicle and the flight deck, I could hear the soldier notify the academy of our arrival, warning Cyderial would be in “the rut.” Demanding that the halls be cleared for recruit and instructor safety, and authorizing lockdown to follow our arrival.
I was no threat to anyone, except perhaps Cyderial… who still refused to release my hands from his grip.
But he was already showing his teeth at the partition between where we lay entwined and the man responsible for our safe arrival. The sounds he made were animalistic, his movements jerky.
Rubbing my cheek against his, I said, “Take me inside. Feed me good things.”
Cyderial’s driver was wise enough not to open the door and remain safe in his cockpit, my general making no secret of his interest in violence toward the man.
And that excited me to the point a gush came from between my legs. Slippery and smelling of my need, it wet my thighs and his groin where I rocked against him.
Yet, still, I was plugged, what he had already given me sloshing from my jerking attempt to climax against his groin.
Breath caught, I achieved my goal.
The first time I had ever brought myself to release alone on purpose. But it was not enough. My slit swelled for want of attention, my insides undulating a squeezing pulsation around the waxy plug keeping me full.
Sounds fell from my mouth of unmet need and pleasure all at once. Whines and moans, hitched breaths, and velvet sighs.
Cyderial, fumbling with the door, still refused to release my hands. Payment for such treatment left my teeth catching his shoulder, where I bit down with all the force of my jaw.
He made such a sound when his blood flooded my mouth that I knew he was close to ejaculating. So I tore at the wound with my teeth, warning him that every last drop of fluid was mine.
I heard the sound of ripping metal.
Wet air hit my skin, the door torn clean off the vehicle, and out we went, my teeth still in the meat of him, my hands once again bound by his fist, and his arm under my ass.
I was carried inside like a prize, through unfamiliar dark halls, down lower into the bowels of the building, where even I had never dared explore. Despite the academy’s high-functioning filters, the air inside smelled of warm earth and growing things, of an unforgiving planet where the weak had no place. Of fog.
Yet that strong male, feared by others, would see I was protected in the dark.
There was nothing luxurious about the room he locked us within. But the sound of that lock was my life—my pure, perfect relief.
Someone had been wise enough to leave an offering in the scant time it had taken to plummet from the upper levels into the dregs. An assortment of fresh meats—still bloody and smelling like heaven—had been set on a side table near the entrance. Tempting enough I was willing to unlock my jaw and slide down Cyderial’s body, sighing my relief.
The dank, ugly space was perfect. “Yes, this is where I want to be.”
A utilitarian room full of sweet air saturated in the smell of my mate. Not a single window to be seen, yet I knew the fog was near all the same. Knew it rolled against the sides of the building, like waves in a sea.