Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42969 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 215(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
“I do, baby,” he said honestly. “And I have always loved you—you’re my Fated Mate. I just didn’t think I could ever Claim you because I’m a Hybrid.”
“Fated Mate?” Her eyes went wide. “That’s what the priestess said.”
“What priestess?” Kross frowned.
“I don’t know her name.” Sylvia shook her head. “She came to me when I was walking in the park just now and told me you were about to leave and I needed to go see you before it was too late.” She nibbled her lower lip. “It’s not too late, is it, Kross? Please say it’s not.”
“Of course not, Princess…” He drew her down into his lap so that she was straddling him and kissed her gently. “You got to me just in time,” he murmured. “I was just about to leave the Mother Ship for good.”
“Without even saying goodbye?” She looked incensed.
Kross shrugged.
“I thought you never wanted to see me again. So after I found out you weren’t pregnant, I decided to leave so you wouldn’t have to have me in the back of your head. I was going to go somewhere outside the bounds of our mental link.”
“I don’t want you to go anywhere,” she said softly. “And I wish you’d remove the barrier you put between us. I want you in the back of my head, Kross.”
“All right.” Kross reached into his mind and tried to dislodge the barrier…only to find that he couldn’t. It felt like a door in his mind that was stuck closed somehow, though he couldn’t say exactly how or why.
“What’s happening? I still can’t hear you,” Sylvia complained. “I want to hear your voice in my head again, Kross—I miss it.”
Kross shrugged.
“I’m sorry, Princess—it won’t budge. I feel like I’m trying to open a door but there’s a heavy weight behind it.”
She looked stricken.
“So…that’s in then? Our Bond is broken before we even got to use it?”
“Not broken, exactly,” Kross said quickly. “Just…dysfunctional.” He frowned. “Honestly, I don’t know how we even formed it in the first place. I’ve never been able to Bond with a woman before—I thought it was impossible.”
Sylvia looked thoughtful.
“Do you think it might have something to do with the way Dr. Barbarous manipulated your DNA? I mean, you still have the red skin and blue hair.” She gestured to him. “Maybe he also inadvertently ‘fixed’ the part of you that made Bonding with a woman impossible.”
“That’s possible,” Kross said, nodding. It had been difficult getting used to his new “look” but when he considered that it was an outcome of the DNA manipulation that had allowed him to Bond with his Fated Mate, it seemed like a small price to pay.
“So if it was possible for us to Bond once, it should be possible to do it again,” Sylvia said.
“Bond again?” Kross frowned at her. “You mean you want to—”
“Have Bonding sex. Right now.” She wiggled against him and he was suddenly aware of how her soft little pussy was pressing against his crotch and her full breasts were nearly in his face.
“Mmm, baby—are you serious?” he growled, putting his hands on her hips.
Sylvia nodded.
“Didn’t you say you didn’t remember anything from the first time?”
“It’s all a blur,” Kross admitted.
“Then we should do it all over again. Maybe it will ‘unstick’ the door that’s keeping us from communicating mentally.” She sounded so reasonable Kross couldn’t deny her. Also, the way she was looking at him, from under her long lashes and the feeling of her soft, warm body pressed against his own was making his shaft so hard he could feel it straining against his trousers.
“That sounds good to me, Princess,” he growled. “How do you want to do it?”
“I’ll tell you how—this time I want to be in charge.” She arched an eyebrow at him. “Last time I was pretty much helpless, so I want to call the shots this time around.”
Kross felt his cock surge even more. He fucking loved it when his Princess got bossy!
“Sure, baby,” he growled. “Just tell me what to do and I’ll do it.”
“First of all, hands at your sides,” she ordered.
“Yes, Your Majesty.” Kross took his hands off her hips and put them at his sides.
Sylvia frowned.
“You know I hate when you call me that! In fact, I think it calls for a punishment.”
“A what?” Kross’s eyebrows shot up—he hadn’t seen this coming!
“A punishment,” Sylvia repeated.
Then, to his surprise, she rose to her feet, standing on the couch cushions. Still facing him, she lifted the skirt of her green dress, revealing white lace panties.
“Kiss me.” Her voice was slightly breathless and her cheeks were flushed. “Kiss my panties, Kross. That’s your punishment.”
Kross couldn’t believe his luck—only a thin panel of sheer lace was separating her sweet, soft pussy from his hungry tongue.
“Yes, Princess,” he growled and reached up to grab her hips again and pull her towards him.