Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
By the time she comes, my face is soaked with her release, and my hand is covered in my own. At some point in her climax, I came, too. The furs are marked with my scent, but best of all, I'm covered with hers.
She pants, trying to catch her breath, even as her legs tremble against my shoulders. "For the record, I wasn't trying to get you to fuck. I just felt safer with you next to me."
"There is no need to feel unsafe," I tell her, lightly scraping my teeth over the inside of her soft leg. I'm feeling drowsy and possessive of my female. "You're mine and I will protect you from all."
"Do you…do you think the parasite you put in us is making us like this?"
Her words confuse me. I lift my head under the blankets, but I can't see her face, and I'm in no hurry to leave this coveted spot. "Like what?"
"Like…I don't know. A couple of horny teenagers at a drive-in just before the axe murderer shows up."
I huff with amusement at that. "My cock is working now, and I am with a desirable female. You think I would not take every opportunity to claim you as my own?"
"I… guess. I was just wondering." She touches my face, stroking my cheek under the blanket. "Are you going to stay down there all night?"
Is that an option? If so, it is the one I choose, yes.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
AIDY
I expect to feel shy the next morning around Corvak, but when I wake up next to him and he gives me a delighted grin, it's hard to feel weird. I smile back, and the day seems a little brighter.
Then again, most days seem brighter the morning after you get your pussy ate.
We get dressed, and I wrap new furs around my feet, wincing at the blisters on my soles. There's a red, irritated mark on my shoulder from carrying my pack, and I feel as wimpy as Corvak makes me out to be. I add a little more padding in the hopes it'll fix the issue and then drag my pack on. "Shall we go?"
Corvak frowns down at his cock, adjusting the front of his clothing. He's not as buried in leathers as I am, but he's definitely wearing more layers than when we first met. "My cock is stiff again."
He sounds so dismayed that I have to bite back a chuckle. "I've heard that happens in the mornings."
"Every morning? I do not know whether to be delighted or annoyed." He shoots me a hopeful look.
I pretend not to see, stepping out to the lip of the trail and eyeing the sunrise. What we had last night was fun, but I'm not ready to be at his beck and call every time he wants a hand job. If we were in love, it'd be different. We barely know each other. He's going to have to learn to cope. I put a hand to my brow, squinting up at the sun. Correction, suns. There's two of them, tiny dots in the sky like a spider bite. That's new. "Weather's clear today."
Corvak grunts, and I could swear I hear him humming from across the rocks. I'm feeling a little aroused myself, this morning, but I'm also starting to grow worried about that. Why am I in a perpetual state of horniness when I should be focused on survival? It makes no sense, and I worry something else is going on. That kills my ardor. I turn around, and notice Corvak has himself in hand, furiously working his shaft with what can only be described as a resigned expression.
"I'll give you a moment," I tell him and turn my back again.
"Talk to me?" he asks, voice strained as he works his cock.
Something tells me he doesn't want to hear more about the weather, but I'm not interested in dirty talking. Well, okay, I am, but I'm also trying to set boundaries. I study my nails. "Do you think they did something to us? When they dumped us here on the planet?"
He doesn't answer, but his breathing turns ragged.
I resist the urge to peek—strong, Aidy! Be strong!—and continue to pick at a jagged nail. "I'm just curious because we're still strangers, but we're also constantly all over each other. I don't know about you, but that's not normal for me. So I'm wondering if they gave us something when they dropped us here."
"Possible," he grits out, and then I hear a deep gasp and a shuddering breath. Money shot, if I don't miss my guess.
I peek. I'm the worst, but I peek. Sure enough, he's got his arm pressed to the rock, and his forehead resting against his arm as he leans forward, hand on cock, and works the last of his release out. There's steam rising from the spot on the rocks he just anointed, and I have to clench my thighs together again because the sight of it is arousing the hell out of me and it should not be. The thing in my chest throbs. "What about this parasite you put in us? Could it be why?"