Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
And then she stared at what she’d done.
Guiding Brenya’s hand off his softening cock, Jules kissed her hard. Breathless and satisfied, as he breathed over her lips. “That was perfect. You’re perfect.”
A strange sensation flickered inside her as she soaked up his praise. It was the first time she’d been truly praised for a sexual act, Jacques having so rarely been pleased with her performance.
It warmed her, made her shy. Made her blush. Two sensations she didn’t fully understand.
“And cute. You’re very cute, Brenya,” said as he pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose and pulled her close for a cuddle.
Unable to bear further eye contact, she pressed her cheek against his chest, while her fingers toyed with a glob of his cum. Stretched the spermy rope, found it would not snap.
Why?
Why was this thick semen different than watery Alpha semen?
Rubbing it between her forefinger and thumb, analyzing, she compressed and bounced it over and over.
With a perverse smirk, Jules enjoyed watching her play.
And then he explained what every Thólosian would have been taught in sex ed. “Beta ejaculate is highly concentrated, designed to thickly coat the cervix and vaginal walls of a female. To create a barrier. That is why it looks and feels different and is lower in quantity than an Alpha’s.”
“Why?” An innocent question, its indecency beyond Brenya’s grasp.
“An average Beta male’s sperm count upon ejaculation is in the tens of millions. The usual copious volume of Alpha ejaculate may have less than a few hundred thousand sperm. Alphas are practically infertile, so they produce more fluid, and knot to prevent competitors from inseminating desirable females. They form pair-bonds. Yet, despite their size, their cultural supremacy, their pheromones, and ability to daze an Omega with a purr or growl, it is almost impossible to overcome Beta semen once it has been deposited.”
Deposited?
A chill crept over Brenya, the memory of Jacques’s determination to cleanse Jules’s ejaculation from her bowels after all three of them had been pair-bonded. How Jacques had hurt her to do it, bartered a meeting with Annette, if Brenya would only hold still.
The pain of an Alpha’s oversized cock up her ass, the agony of Jacques’s cum ballooning her large intestine. How the man had promised it wouldn’t hurt, but it had.
And then she’d been shamed into running for the toilet to evacuate her sperm-filled bowls while Jacques watched and delighted.
The same Alpha trying desperately to seep back into her thoughts. “Brenya… do not trust the Beta!”
This time, it was as if Jules Havel heard it too.
Taking her chin, the Beta urged Brenya to meet his gaze, and he seemed to read every last one of her secrets in a single, prolonged stare. “Jacques Bernard cannot remove me. Ever.” As if to prove a point, Jules used his fingertip to scoop up the larger globs of cum on her breasts. After showing it to her, Jules unceremoniously carried it between her thighs. Pushing his finger deep into her pussy as she gasped, the Beta smeared his spend right over her sensitive cervix, dead serious as he declared, “Even if he were to steal you away, I am so deeply inside you already that any child conceived before I could get you back would be mine. Remember that.”
“Steal me away?” Brenya blinked up at him, grimacing from his finger probing her overly sensitive vaginal canal. Around her thoughts, his black sea began to move, to creep up over her shores as if pressing her into a corner. “He’s in prison. You promised—”
“He will try.” Jules softened his expression, gently removing his fingers to trace the last remnants of his cum over her parted lips. “Should that day come, swear to me you will not break out of the Dome like you intended to the night you tried to free me. The air may be clean of Red Consumption, but predatory animals no longer possess a natural fear of humans. You would not survive long unprotected. Swear you will obey me in this. If your only choices were to go with Jacques or with wilds, go with him and trust me to come for you.”
The moment had been ruined, her calm, her peace, her sense of pride in his praise, all spoiled with a few unwelcome words. “Don’t talk like that. I would euthanize myself first.”
The hand that came around her throat then… it was different than the way he had taken her neck the night before. It was dangerous, lethal, but careful as he rolled their bodies so she was beneath him, the Beta looming over her.
Limpid, feral eyes met hers. “Don’t. Even. Think. It.”
Tears pricked her eyes, the whites showing, as she whispered, “You’re scaring me.”
“Good.” There was the killer of millions. Right there, naked, holding her down, his hand on her throat to remind her which of them held all the power. “If you were to die, I will not be held responsible for what would follow. And it would be terrible, Brenya. I will do terrible things. Remember that.”