Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 335(@200wpm)___ 268(@250wpm)___ 223(@300wpm)
She doesn’t seem guilty now, though it seems to me Thorn is finding her guilty of a dozen little crimes. I’d say Thorn is about to show Sullivan what the wages of her most recent sins are. Sullivan doesn’t look scared of him. There’s a little smile on her face that looks to me like anticipation.
His voice changes along with her expression as the energy between them shifts. He takes another step toward her, closing the distance between them. He is so massive, and she is so small. The juxtaposition of their bodies is so dramatic.
“Let me un-bore you, Suli. Let me give you some of that excitement and pain you so crave.”
I watch what happens next. I shouldn’t watch, but how can I not? I can’t tear my eyes away from the scene unfolding in front of me. I am so deeply curious as to how my captain holds her own against this saurian alpha.
“If this dress is too boring for you, then let me remove it. You’ve forgotten that clothing is a privilege with me, Suli.”
He strips her easily, the dress doing nothing to protect her or even attempt to stay on her body. It feels wrong to see her naked, but there’s only a brief flash of that before he tosses her down on the bed face down and picks up a whip that is disturbingly to hand. The alpha has disciplinary implements to hand in a way that is absolutely wild to me.
He starts to punish her, his massive form looking so outlandishly cruel as he whips the leather lash down across her cheeks.
Sullivan could stop her whipping at any moment by telling him that I am in the closet. But she takes the pain. She endures the humiliation, and she keeps my secret.
“I know you’re hiding something from me,” he growls. “I know you are still a rebellious, devious little wench.”
The lashes look like they must hurt. Almost every one of them raises a hot welt on her cheeks instantly. But Sullivan is not trying to escape. If anything, she almost looks like she is enjoying it, lifting her hips so that her ass is closer to the kiss of the implement.
Tossing the tool away, the alpha mounts her like a beast. Is this how I look when I am beneath Shan? Do I seem as small and as breakable, and as terribly spread and filled?
Again, I shouldn’t be looking. I should turn my head away, but there is something magnetizing about the scene. The next time I look, Sullivan’s ass is bright red, her legs up and around Thorn’s big scaled back. His powerful glutes ripple with the effort of his thrusts as he fucks her deep and long and hard and…
I try to cover my ears as they come, but there’s something about the satisfied roar of a saurian alpha and the high-pitched wail of an orgasming human captain that really cuts through practically every aural obstacle I can find.
Ifall asleep in my hiding place, waking up only when Sullivan sneaks back with a plate full of food and a flask of water for me. I don’t mention what I saw happening to her, and she does not say a word either. Even if these saurians deprive us of our dignity we don’t have to deprive each other.
“I told Thorn I didn’t feel well,” she says, handing me the food and water. “Besides, they’re looking for you, so that will be distracting enough to keep him and the rest of them busy for ages. These saurians are messy bitches, and they live for the drama.”
“I thought we were messy bitches who live for the drama.”
“We are,” she grins. “That’s why we all get on so well.”
I take a bite of food and grab a swig of water before delivering the bad news to my captain. God, it feels so fucking good to be able to tell someone else my problems and know that she’ll do something about them. I miss being part of a functional crew so damn badly.
“They’re trying to breed us. That’s what Wrath wants. That’s what the saurian who took me did.”
Sullivan’s eyes flash with temper and outrage. “The saurian did what to you?”
“He… you know…”
Though the same thing has just happened to her, Sullivan looks furious.
“They’re planning on catching the rest of the crew and doing it to them too. They want to use us as broodmares to make hybrids to… I don’t even know what. I think Wrath wants a disposable half-human army. But he wants us to make them.”
Sullivan is listening to me intently, her expression so calm it almost looks like she’s not really angry, though I know her well enough to know that a quiet Sullivan is one who is probably about to explode.
When I stop talking, she asks me a question in a very even voice.