Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 410(@200wpm)___ 328(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Gods help him, he had spanked her. He hadn’t planned it, hadn’t even thought about it—until he heard her admitting she’d risked her life to pet a baby animal and saw the defiance in her eyes. He couldn’t let her keep endangering herself. He’d acted on instinct—on fury and fear.
I shouldn’t have done it. It was wrong. I went too far.
And yet…he couldn’t erase the image of her over his lap. Her perfect ass glowing pink. Her voice breaking when the sobs came. And worse, the slick evidence of her arousal dripping onto his thigh when he rubbed her.
She was wet. So wet she soaked through my sleep trousers, he thought. Which he was still wearing—there was a definite wet spot on them. She liked it. No matter what she says, her body tells me the truth.
His cock throbbed in his trousers, a heavy ache that hadn’t eased since that morning. He’d been stroking himself when the sound of Alexandra’s scream had pierced the quiet, his fist working his shaft hard and fast as he tried hard not to imagine the little Elite’s soft, curvy form pressed against him. But he hadn’t been able to finish—her cry had cut through everything, and he had bolted to save her without a thought. His arousal had gone unsatisfied, leaving him raw and aching.
He shut his eyes and leaned back in the chair beside the milking station, his big hands flexing uselessly in his lap. He should be preparing the equipment. He needed to strap Alexandra in, align the cups over her nipples, and collect and test her nectar for signs of the Bacillus. That was the job…the science…the reason he’d brought her here.
But all he could think of was how her pussy had felt around his fingers—hot, wet, clenching so tightly it had been like her body was trying to suck him deeper.
What would it feel like if it were my cock inside her instead of my fingers?
His mind immediately pictured the forbidden image. Alexandra spread beneath him…her thick thighs trembling…her soft body arching upward. Her full breasts bouncing with each thrust, nectar spilling from her swollen nipples as he fucked deeply into her…her lush lips parted to release those desperate little moans she couldn’t hold back when she was about to come…
He groaned under his breath, his cock jerking hard.
Stop it. Don’t think of her like that. She’s your assistant. Your test subject. She’s—
But the images wouldn’t stop.
He pictured flipping her onto her knees, his hands reaching around to cup her full breasts and tug her tight peaks while he slid his cock into her from behind. Her tight heat gripping him…her ass still red from his spanking…her cries and gasps as she called his name. He imagined his hips pounding against her full ass, his balls slapping against her tight clit as he filled her over and over…
Or rolling her onto her back, pinning her wrists above her head as he sank into her slowly, watching her eyes widen as inch after inch disappeared inside. Her legs would be spread wide as he bottomed out, his cock buried to the hilt in her hot, clenching pussy as she took every bit of him, even the knot—especially the knot. She’d gasp and arch her back, her nectar gushing as she came on his thickness, milking him with the same desperate intensity she’d shown when his fingers were inside her.
Brandt’s breath came ragged, his chest rising and falling. His cock was so hard it hurt, pressing against the loose fabric of his sleep trousers. He ought to go change but he couldn’t bear the thought of putting on his tight black flight leathers—the pressure would be unbearable.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
You swore to the Goddess, he reminded himself. You took an oath when your wife died. No bride…no mate…no woman ever again. You cannot break that vow—not even for Alexandra.
But even as he thought it, her flushed, tear-streaked face rose before him. Her sobs when he spanked her. Her moans when he fingered her. The way her body had betrayed her so completely.
And he couldn’t help the filthy thought that tore through him like fire.
If she squeezed my fingers that tightly…how tight would she squeeze my cock?
Brandt groaned and dug his nails into his thighs, fighting for control. Science. Duty. The Bacillus. That was what mattered. Not his hunger…not the way she made him feel alive for the first time in years.
But his body didn’t care about science. His cock throbbed, his balls heavy with seed and his thoughts black with lust.
He forced himself to ignore his desire and got up to get things ready—Alexadra was ripe to be milked and he must do his job and continue his research.
But he knew, deep down, this was only the beginning.
19
LEXI
Lexi clutched her robe like it was armor, tugging the flimsy fabric tight across her breasts as though it could shield her from the bright, humming lab. The bioluminescent walls glowed faintly, casting everything in an eerie violet light, and the moss-padded table in the center of the room looked far too much like an altar.