Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130081 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 650(@200wpm)___ 520(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
“Oh, Nate…Nate!” she cried above him, bucking against his invading tongue. Her juices were so sweet and hot and her pussy was so wet and so fucking delicious—he loved the feeling of her quivering and the sound of her moaning his name as he tasted her—loved it so fucking much!
He lapped harder, circling her clit, wishing he could slip his tongue inside her to taste her honey right from her well. He wanted to put his fingers in her too—to fuck her deeply as he tasted her—wanted to feel her inner walls trembling around him as she came just for him…
“Oh Nate, yes—yes!”
Her moans of pleasure nearly made him come himself—if he’d had any stimulation at all, Nate was sure he would have gone off like a fucking rocket. Hands clenched, he strained against his bonds, wanting more—wanting her so fucking badly!
And then a loud sound came from the front of the ship—a kind of chiming noise that cut through the moaning and gasping.
“Oh!” Lan’ara jumped back from him at once. “That’s a call from the Mother Ship!”
Before Nate could answer, she had closed her dress and jumped off the bed. She ran out of the room, literally leaving him hanging. A few moments later she was back, however, a serious look in her eyes.
“That was the Mother Ship—they’re up and ready to fold space now—the maintenance took less time than they thought.”
“Oh, uh…” Nate wasn’t sure what to say. He was still achingly hard—his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers and his mouth covered in her sweet, salty honey.
“I’m sorry we didn’t have more time.” Lan’ara was untying him. “But we need to get into position before they fold space.”
“Did it help?” he asked, his voice hoarse as he rubbed his wrists and sat up on the bed.
“Yes, it did,” Lan’ara assured him. She looked down for a moment, a delicate blush coloring her high cheekbones. “I…didn’t know you wanted to taste me so badly. Your pleasure in giving me pleasure filled my reservoir almost to the brim.”
Nate wanted to ask more about this internal reservoir and if it was possible he could just keep filling it by going down on her or watching her touch herself. But before he could speak, there was another alert from the front of the ship.
“Oh—we have to hurry!” Lan’ara exclaimed. She looked down at herself. “I don’t know if I have time to change or not!”
“Would it help if I told them to wait a minute?” Nate asked, getting off the bed. He would much rather see her in the barely there white lace dress of course, but he understood that it might not look good for her to show up to her place of work in such an outfit.
“Would you? Just touch the Com-link button and tell them we’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
She disappeared into the small room again to change and Nate made his way to the front of the ship. He wished they had more time to talk about what had happened between them and if it might present some kind of solution to their problem. He didn’t want to break up with Lan’ara—he was fucking falling in love with her! But could he give her enough positive emotions to offset his negative ones?
Even if he could, he didn’t know if he could be trusted not to get triggered and try to hurt her again, he thought darkly. When he went to that dark place in his past, he couldn’t see or hear anyone—he was just lost in the terrible memories.
No, he decided, as he sat down in the and buckled himself in, no matter how badly he wished otherwise, Lan’ara was probably better off without him.
FORTY-FIVE
DAVRIK
“All right—just follow my lead and act casual,” Davrik murmured, looking down at Sonya. She was holding his arm in a death-grip and not looking at all casual or relaxed at the moment.
He supposed he couldn’t blame her—after all, they were about to attempt to steal her from The House of a Thousand Flowers and any number of things could go wrong. But they had waited nearly the whole week, hoping to throw off suspicion and they were out of time—now it was time to act.
After a lot of deliberation, they had decided that their best bet for a clean getaway was to stroll casually out the front door during the time when crowds of other people were coming in to eat Last Meal. At the same time the guards would be switching shifts, which would hopefully add to the confusion.
They were standing in the lobby now, pretending to admire the M’orphian art exhibit that was on display. The display consisted of ten or twelve large holo-platforms scattered around the lobby.
On each platform, pink skinned M’orphians were doing cooking demonstrations, showing their skills as all six of their tentacles whipped around, adding ingredients, mixing, stirring, slicing, dicing, and flash-frying all at the same time.