Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
There was nothing else to wear. She didn’t know what had become of her robe—probably it was still somewhere in the decontamination room but it was filthy with blood and zombie saliva from where the Infected had bit her. Even if she could find it, she wouldn’t wear it again.
So Cassie had no choice but to pull the skimpy red silk over her head again. It slid down over her body like a whisper and immediately clung in all the wrong places, barely covering her breasts and hips, leaving her thighs bare, and doing absolutely nothing to hide the fact that her nipples were still hard.
She tugged at the hem, trying to make it longer which didn’t work in the least. Why oh why had she decided to go to bed early the evening she was thrown out of the Crystal City? If only she’d stayed up a little later she wouldn’t have been caught in the middle of a zombie apocalypse in nothing but a too-short, skimpy red nighty.
For that matter, if only she’d chosen to do laundry when she should have, she would have had her more comfortable pjs on, which she’d brought with her from Earth. But they had all been in the dirty clothes and she hadn’t felt like laundry earlier that day. So she’d wound up wearing something she’d bought for her honeymoon with Sskarth and had never worn since.
And so here she was—stuck with the evil nighty.
“This isn’t clothing,” she muttered through gritted teeth. “This is the sum of all my bad decisions with spaghetti straps!”
Unfortunately, it was the only bad decision she had, so she put it on.
Cassie ran a hand through her damp hair and looked at herself in the small reflective panel above the sink. She looked flushed and mussed and much too awake for a woman who had been attacked by zombies, rescued by aliens, pleasured by two Kindred warriors, and then had to perform emergency oral burn care on a Beast Kindred’s penis before breakfast. Not to mention the little “ride” she’d taken on that self-same penis and the resulting fountain of cum that had bathed her insides. Despite her long shower, she still wasn’t sure she’d gotten all of Ravik’s cum out of her pussy.
Her life had become completely insane. But if the virus was trying to make her want things she shouldn’t want, then she needed to know that before it got worse.
Taking a deep breath, Cassie turned toward the door.
She would find Severin. She would give him his samples. She would tell him—calmly and clearly—that her body was acting weird.
She would not blurt out that she kept imagining him bending her over his lab table while Ravik watched. She would not tell him about the giant bed fantasy or the kissing fantasy or the fact that her nipples had nearly made her knees buckle when she dried off with a towel.
She would be mature, scientific, helpful, and—thanks to her loathsome red nighty—mostly clothed.
And if Severin gave her that intense, hungry look with his fangs out, or if Ravik tried to pull her into his lap again, she would absolutely not melt into a puddle on the bunker floor…she would try not to, anyway, she promised herself.
Cassie lifted her chin and opened the door. Then she stepped into the hallway to find the Blood Kindred scientist and confess that something was very definitely wrong with her body.
And God help her, she just hoped he could fix it.
31
SEVERIN
After Cassandra cleaned up and helped treat his hand, Severin finally got the other samples he needed.
“Are you all right?” he asked her quietly as he finished taking the last cheek swab.
“I think so,” she said, but she looked troubled and her scent was muted.
“Are you hurt?” Severin asked her bluntly. “The compounds in Ravik’s precum should have helped you stretch, but he’s very large, so—”
“No, no—nothing like that,” she said quickly. “I just…I don’t know why I acted…the way I acted when he…did what he did.”
“When he fucked you,” Severin said bluntly.
Her cheeks went pink at once.
“He didn’t really…I mean, he was only halfway in me so he just…” She sighed. “All right, yes—when he fucked me. I should have been more upset and I shouldn’t have…have wanted it so much.”
Severin’s eyebrows shot up.
“How do you mean?”
“I mean…it almost felt like my body was craving it—craving to be filled. You know?” Her cheeks got even redder. “God, I can’t believe I’m admitting this to you.”
“No, it’s a good thing you’re telling me,” Severin said quickly. “I thought I observed some, er, participation on your part. But I didn’t want to assume anything.”
“I was participating all right,” she said grimly. “Even though my mind was saying no, my body was saying yes. I’ve never…” She shook her head. “Never felt anything like it. It was like I was being pulled in two different directions.”