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)
He nearly groaned aloud, his cock throbbing against his trousers.
No. I won’t allow it. She cannot—she must not—be put in that position.
“Enough,” he growled, more to himself than Dr. TOo-loo and T’linga. He bent and carefully unhooked the suction cups from Alexandra’s swollen nipples.
She moaned softly, her breasts quivering, a final drop of nectar falling from one nipple before they released.
Gathering her into his arms, Brandt held her close against his chest. She was warm and limp, her head lolling on his shoulder. His protective instincts roared, drowning out everything else.
“Where is this care room?” he demanded.
“This way,” T’linga said, nodding at a door on the far side of the lab. It slid open silently at her touch and Brandt carried Alexandra inside.
The care room was a different world from the clinical brightness of the lab.
The first thing Brandt noticed was the scent—sweet and earthy, like crushed herbs and wildflowers. A massive couch dominated the space, overstuffed and covered in thick blue moss that gave under his touch, releasing a soothing fragrance.
The walls were curved and organic, studded with glowing pods that gave off a gentle light. A small crystalline cold unit hummed softly in the corner, its shelves stocked with chilled, glowing drinks. On a table sat bowls of small fruits, glistening with juice, their skins releasing sweet perfume into the air.
Brandt lowered himself onto the couch, cradling Alexandra in his lap. She stirred faintly, her hair brushing his bare chest, long brown strands tumbling over his arm like silk. He stroked them back gently, unable to resist.
So beautiful. Too beautiful. I don’t deserve to hold her like this.
But he couldn’t bear to put her down.
He tipped his head back, closing his eyes for a moment. He could still see her on the table, her pussy stretched around the alien toy, her moans filling the room as nectar gushed from her breasts. He had nearly lost himself, nearly forgotten his oath and ripped the damn thing out of her to replace it with his own shaft.
His cock throbbed hard against his trousers, insistent and hungry at the thought.
Gods…what would it feel like if it had been me inside her? If she clenched around my cock that way—tight and wet and desperate? Would she scream my name? Would she milk me as thoroughly as she milked that toy?
He clenched his jaw, stroking her hair as though that small act of tenderness could banish the filthy images filling his mind.
“No,” he whispered. “I won’t let it happen. I won’t break my vow. Not with her—not with anyone.”
But as she shifted in his arms, moaning faintly, he couldn’t help cradling her closer to his chest and he knew he was already lost.
21
LEXI
Lexi woke slowly, her body heavy and sore. Her breasts still ached from the suction and her pussy throbbed faintly from the thick ridges of the alien implement. But worse than either sensation was the strange, gnawing hunger coiling low in her belly and spreading up into her chest, her throat, even her mouth. God, what was wrong with her?
She shifted, moaning softly, and realized her head was pillowed in Dr. Brandt’s lap. Her cheek pressed against something hard beneath the thin fabric of his sleep trousers. Something hot…something throbbing.
Her eyes fluttered open. Oh God, it was his cock. She was nuzzling his cock.
Mortification and heat shot through her, but somehow she couldn’t pull away. Instead, she rubbed her cheek against him again, drawn to the spicy, masculine scent that seemed stronger here, heady and intoxicating.
Dr. Brandt shifted and groaned low in his throat, his big hand tightening in her hair.
“Alexandra,” he rumbled, his voice deep and strained. “What are you doing?”
“I…I don’t know,” she whispered, her cheeks burning. “I just…need. I need—”
But she couldn’t finish—shame clamped her throat shut. How could she say it? How could she admit she needed his cock? She ought to pull away right now…but she couldn’t. She needed him—needed to taste him. She was so thirsty.
Dr. Brandt stroked her hair gently, his voice soft but commanding.
“Why don’t you show me what you need, little Lexi? I promise I won’t be upset.”
Her breath caught in her throat at his invitation. She hesitated only a moment before her fingers crept to the waistband of his trousers. She tugged at the loose fabric, and it slid down easily.
Oh God, can’t believe I’m doing this—what’s wrong with me? Why do I want this so badly? Why do I—
Her breath caught again when his cock sprang free.
He was huge. Long and thick, his shaft ridged with veins and the broad crown swollen and mushroom-shaped. At the base of his cock was a thick knot—a swelling twice as wide as the rest of him, heavy and intimidating.
Lexi swallowed hard, her throat tightening just looking at it.
How in the world could any woman take all that inside her?