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)
This was wrong. It had to be wrong. He had sworn an oath, years ago, over his wife’s cold body. An oath never to call another Bride…never to Bond…never to knot or breed another woman. Never again.
And yet…
He drew a long breath, his hand smoothing over Alexandra’s hair.
No. I haven’t broken my oath. Not truly.
He hadn’t called her as a Bride. He hadn’t bonded with her, hadn’t spilled his seed in her womb, hadn’t tied her to him for life with his Bonding Knot. Everything that had happened had been necessary—driven by the science, by her body’s need. The Bacillus in her system demanded his seed. He had only given her what her body required.
He swallowed hard, staring down at her peaceful face.
Yes. For science. For her health. Not for myself.
Even as he thought it, the memory of her lips wrapped tight around his cock, her throat swallowing him eagerly, surged back and made his chest ache.
He shook his head and tightened his grip on her hair gently, a silent vow forming in his mind.
I won’t go further. I won’t knot her. I won’t breed her. I won’t cross the true line of my vow. Whatever else happens between us…it ends here.
The promise steadied him. He exhaled slowly, bending to brush his lips over the crown of her head.
“Rest, Alexandra,” he murmured. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Then he leaned back and went on stroking her hair, telling himself he could live with what they had done—as long as he never let it go any further.
But he was already wondering if she might need him again when she woke…
24
LEXI
When Lexi woke again, the first thing she noticed was the warmth under her cheek. The second thing she noticed was the steady, rock-hard muscle of Dr. Brandt’s thigh beneath her face. And the third—oh God, the third—was the memory of what she’d done while resting her head in his lap.
Oh, hell no… I didn’t actually do that…did I?
Her eyes snapped open, then shut again immediately. If she didn’t look at him, maybe it would all vanish. Maybe she’d find out that she’d dreamed it all. Maybe she hadn’t just sucked him like her life depended on it, hadn’t just swallowed his cream until she was full and happy and utterly sated.
Except she had. Her throat was still a little sore and her jaws ached from opening so wide to take him in.
Her thoughts were in a turmoil.
Great. Perfect. Congratulations, Lexi—you’ve officially lost any claim to pure scientific status. Being milked for the Bacillus Aurum is one thing—giving the scientist doing the milking blowjobs afterwards is going too far!
Her cheeks burned hot enough to catch her hair on fire. She wanted to hide. She wanted to die. She wanted…
Well, if she was being honest? She wanted to do it again.
That thought made her face flame even hotter.
She could still hear his voice in her head, rough and sweet all at once—
That’s it, little Lexi. Swallow every drop for me.
And damn it all, she’d loved it. Loved the way he stroked her hair and never shoved, never forced, just let her go at her own pace while he praised her like she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
And God help her, she liked it when he called her little Lexi. The rest of the time it was Alexandra this and Alexandra that, but when his voice dropped low and he used that nickname, it made something warm and gooey melt in her chest.
She pressed her cheek deeper against his lap, groaning softly.
I’m a mess. A kinky, needy mess. When did this happen? What’s wrong with me?
Because it wasn’t just about the blowjob. Her mind kept flashing back to him behind her, thrusting that alien dildo into her while the milking machine tugged at her nipples. The obscene sounds…the shame…the way she had come so hard despite trying not to. Nectar shooting from her nipples…her voice sobbing for more… his deep voice whispering encouragement in her ear, calling her a “good girl” urging her to take it all…to take it deep…
And I liked it. I more than liked it. What the hell is wrong with me? Am I secretly kinky? Like, have I been hiding a freak flag all this time and just never noticed?
The memory of her ex, Greg popped into her head. Three-minute Greg…Vanilla Greg. The man who thought keeping the lights on during Missionary was experimental and considered her suggestion that he might try kissing her “down there” some kind of dirty, scandalous perversion.
Yeah. No wonder I read spicy romance novels by the truckload when I was with him. Somebody had to pick up the slack. But this? Living out a plot of one of the stories I used to read? I never signed up for that.
Yet here she was, starring in her very own Alien Milking Farm fantasy.