Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Where have you been?” Sharp asks the question in a relatively well modulated tone. Boss is already far less calm. He stamps his hoof and snorts loudly enough to rouse me from the sleep my body desperately wants me to fall into.
“Under the moons,” Kronos says.
“Doing what?”
“You know what,” Kronos replies. His voice is hoarse and tired, but even I can detect the clear smugness in it. He is very pleased with himself and very proud, too. There is not a hint of remorse for his actions.
“So you bred her. Without consulting us…” Sharp begins to say.
“I don’t need your permission to fuck,” Kronos says. “I’m going to sleep.”
He pushes past the both of them and I hear him collapse on the couch out in the lounge. It makes a familiar creaking that it only ever emits when someone with the bulk of a barbarian alien suddenly puts their full weight on it.
Sharp comes to me, pulls back my robes and looks down at me. “By all the stars,” he says. “You have been ravaged.”
I look down and see the smears of cum on my belly, tangling in my pubic hair, even still coating my thighs. There is enough of it that it is yet to dry. And then, when I sit up a little to see what is causing his expression to be so serious, I see how red and swollen my lower lips are. It looks like I have been fucked for hours.
I look into Sharp’s alien gaze, and see a cold, reptilian anger there.
“Are you mad at me?” I quaver the question.
“No, sweetheart,” Sharp says. “You look sore. Did he hurt you?”
Boss turns on his heel with a huff and is gone before I can answer the question.
“No,” I say. “It didn’t hurt. It felt… good.”
“You have always been a little masochist,” Sharp says, his tone very carefully moderated. He is furious, but he doesn’t want me to pick up on it. Unfortunately, the scales on the back of his neck are very slightly raised, as are the ones around his eyes and the ones on his… actually all of them. He’s like a dog with his hackles up.
Bam! Blam! Crash!
I hear the sounds of a fight coming from another part of the ship. The lounge, specifically, which sounds like it is being demolished by two aliens using one another as flesh wrecking balls.
“What’s happening?” I sit up, concerned.
“Nothing you need to worry about,” Sharp says soothingly. He is somewhat overshadowed by bellowing.
“She’s not yours!”
My stomach clenches. The happy, silly, dreamy sex state fades, leaving me cold and even shivering as adrenaline crashes through my body. I do not like the sound of conflict. I do not enjoy my mates being aggressive to each other.
They’ve never fought over me before. Ever. But now that there’s this breeding thing at hand, they’re like animals. Aggressive, jealous, selfish. They want their seed inside me so badly they’ll do anything.
I get up.
Sharp pushes me back down on the bed.
“Don’t get in the middle of it,” he says. “They need to sort this out between themselves.”
Like fuck they do.
I feel a surge of anger at being made to feel helpless. I’m not going to let them act this way. They might be allegedly dominant, but that doesn’t mean they get to do just anything.
There’s a roar of rage from the lounge. Sharp turns toward it. While he is distracted, I snatch his sword from his belt and run to the lounge. It’s only a matter of steps to get there, and I have activated the weapon on the way. He doesn’t risk grabbing for it now, knowing it could easily cost him a hand or an arm.
He might be pissed at me about this later, but right now I have to put an end to all of this.
Kronos and Boss are locked in combat on the floor, rolling around like a couple of wrestlers. I jump up on them, using them as my footing and shout at the top of my lungs.
“Enough!”
I stand over my bloodied mates, the tip of the sword hovering between them. If I get a spasm in my arm right now, someone dies.
They look up at me. I can see the fury in Boss’ eyes. His rage is what started this fight. Kronos is trying to hold his own, but he’s exhausted from the marathon fuck session we just engaged in. The same one that makes me ache even as I stand here in my grass-stained nightgown, still sticky with his seed.
“I told you to stop,” I say, my voice surprisingly controlled, even to me. “I meant stop.”
“Pet, give me back the sword,” Sharp says. “Carefully.”
“In a minute,” I reply. “I want to get a few things straight. I might be your pet, but I’m not a helpless stupid animal.”