Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
She may have lived from cave to cave her whole life, not able to have the comforts these aliens did, but she’d seen pictures in old books and magazines they’d found that showed a time before. There had been smiling families, ones sitting around a table with a large, delicious meal in front of them. Or they played outside, the mother and father grinning as their children kicked a ball around. It looked peaceful, happy, but even though she knew the world hadn’t been perfect back then either, it was a far cry better than what it was like today.
Staring at the cooking area again, she saw there were no items that could be used as a weapon, none she could see right off anyway.
“There are no weapons, female,” Tolcan said in a deep voice.
She snapped her head his way, saw his back was still to her, and reminded herself these creatures were far superior to her kind. She didn’t know all their powers, just what they chose to show everyone. Could they read her mind, see through walls, hear, smell, feel her fear?
He turned around then, his light blue-white eyes watching her like a predator about to pounce. “I made sure there is nothing within reach you could use to hurt yourself with.”
Hurt myself with?
“I wouldn’t use it to harm myself,” she said, telling herself portraying strength was what she needed right now. She moved out from behind the wall and held her head up.
When he lowered his gaze to her chest, she felt compelled to cover up, but what stopped her was the way he lifted a dark brow and smirked as if she appeared funny in what he gave her to wear. “You did not think to question why I’d give you clothing to wear that was cut in the middle, showing your assets to any who walked by?” He sounded hard now, annoyed almost.
She looked down to her chest, could see the rise of her breasts through the V cut of the material, and covered herself. “How am I supposed to know what your barbaric kind wants humans to wear? I’ve heard the stories, of humans being breeders, or worse.”
He moved closer and stopped when he was a foot from her. She didn’t want to move, and didn’t want to show fear. He reached out, and going against what she’d just told herself she took a step back, afraid he’d hit her. But when he cupped the side of her face she froze. He stared down at her, and she had to crane her neck back just to look at him. Greta swore she felt like he could see into her, and take every little piece of her body and soul away until she was nothing.
When he started rubbing his thumb along her cheek, she felt dizzy, like his touch was causing this war inside of her and she couldn’t wrap her head around it.
“What are you doing?” she asked softly, fearing what he’d say.
“Human skin is much softer than a Rogue’s, more delicate, fragile. It is like very fine paper, easily able to be torn if not taken care of.”
Oh God. Was he going to skin her or something?
“What do you really plan on doing with me?” She was afraid of what he’d say, afraid she might like what he said. Yes, she felt like a sick person for seeing anything arousing about him. But there was no denying he was so strong, so virile and masculine, that she felt her body heat on its own. She hated it, hated that her body was at war with her mind, that she couldn’t stop the way she tingled in places that should be cold for this male.
He took his hand away, and Greta felt her stomach jump in her throat. “I told you…”
“No, you didn’t. You just said I’m yours.” She swallowed, afraid to proceed. “I want to know what you plan to do with me. Why didn’t you turn me over to have them breed me like some kind of baby factory?” God, just thinking about that had Greta’s stomach twisting and her entire body rebelling. Yes, she’d heard part of the conversation he’d had, but she wanted to know why this Rogue warrior that could crush her in his hands, would want anything to do with her. As it was he’d brought her back to his home, and treated her as an … equal. Surely he had ulterior motives.
“Why have I brought you here?” he asked, but there was this feeling inside of her that told Greta he wasn’t really asking. “I’ve brought you here because I want you for my own.” He took a step closer, and she took one back. “I brought you here because if you’re going to be anyone’s breeder you’re going to be mine.”