Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Like Kara’s union is dissolved now, he couldn’t help thinking. He wasn’t surprised that she’d finally left that useless mate of hers. Kevin—what a stupid name!—had been utterly unwilling to help with any of the domestic labor of their household. He acted like all the cooking and cleaning were exclusively Kara’s job, just because she was female!
It was the stupidest thing J’orn had ever seen—in a Kindred household, the chores were split evenly between the two partners. Or three, in the case of the Twin Kindred, who shared a woman.
Her mate also hadn’t satisfied her in the least. How many times had she come to work with the scent of sexual need on her? It was a scent he smelled now too, and it was driving him fucking wild though he was doing his best not to show it. But thank the Goddess, there was no scent of another male on her. So though she was clearly unfulfilled—more than unfulfilled, almost in heat, he amended to himself—at least she wasn’t trying to find some unworthy male to scratch her itch.
And who do you think would be worthy—you? asked a contemptuous voice in his head. You know how she feels about you—she thinks you’re too young—too inexperienced to protect and serve her and meet her sexual needs!
He could still remember the way she had dismissed him from her service in the PR department so casually, as though he meant nothing to her. As though he was a used tissue she was throwing away.
The thought made his anger surge…and his determination. Kara might not think much of him, but he would prove her wrong, he promised himself. He would escort her to the resort she was staying at and be certain she was safe. Inwardly, he resolved to keep track of her movements and be sure she was staying in the resort as she had promised and that she wasn’t in any danger. She might think that the kidnappers wouldn’t want her because of her age, but J’orn was convinced she was wrong.
Kara always had the strangest ideas about her appearance. She thought that because she had a few crow's feet around her eyes and laugh lines around the corners of her mouth that she was unattractive. She also spoke disparagingly about her weight. J’orn could never understand that because the Kindred loved curvy women. But he had learned that human males didn’t. In fact, they shunned them—J’orn wondered if maybe her ex-mate had made hurtful comments about her curves that made her self-conscious about them.
Whatever the reason—either her judgmental society or her stupid ex-husband—his former boss had never understood how truly beautiful she was.
J’orn longed to kneel at her feet and make her believe in her own beauty. He longed to spread her thighs and worship her pussy with his tongue—to part her outer lips and taste her sweet juices while she gripped his horns and moaned his name, thrusting her hips up to meet him as she came all over his face.
Then he would open her tight little cunt with his cock, thrusting deep inside her—Claiming her as his own. He would plow her thoroughly and let her know she was his. And then, as his Bonding knot swelled inside her pussy, tying the two of them together for hours of pleasure they would form a Soul Bond that could never be severed. They would—
That’s enough! he told himself harshly, cutting off the fantasy. Keep that up and you’ll get hard again!
He was still semi-hard from their mutual encounter with the seat’s vibration function—he didn’t need to get another raging erection and start poking her between her thighs again! It showed a lack of self-control that he abhorred. He ought to be able to control his body and keep himself from such animalistic reactions—especially after all the training he’d been through to join the Kindred Elite Espionage Corps.
The training had been six solar months of pure Hell in which both his mind and his body had been pushed to the limit. Many times J’orn had felt ready to quit—or to break. But then he would remember the curvy little female who had cast him aside and his determination would double. He wanted to change for Kara—he pushed his body to the breaking point to become worthy of her—even though he knew she would never want him.
J’orn wondered what she would say if she knew she was his sole motivation and his guiding star? Somehow he doubted she would be happy about it. She thought the age difference between them was too great. Which was ridiculous. He had seen several Kindred warriors about his age who had been lucky enough to secure Mature Elites as their mates. The gap in ages didn’t matter once the Soul Bond was formed. Also, a Kindred’s bride tended to slow her aging to match with his once their bodies were in sync. He wondered if Kara knew that—or if she would care if he told her.