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)
Oh. My. God.
9
If she wanted blunt and right to the point, Tolcan would give her that, would be himself. He wasn’t afraid to tell her what he wanted. He wasn’t afraid of anything. He killed with his bare hands, took what he wanted, and females threw themselves at him, wanted to be in his bed for the night.
This woman, this female was afraid of him, was not willing, and although he should feel some kind of emotion for her situation, empathy was not a trait the Rogues possessed.
He looked down at her shirt again, and for the second time in his life, and both happening because of one small human, he smiled. “You’ve put the shirt on backward, female.” He watched the play of emotions on her face, saw her cheeks turn red, and couldn’t help himself. He lifted his hand and touched her cheek, marveled at the feel of her warm flesh.
His kind had lower body temperatures, and flushing was not something they experienced. To feel her warm skin because of the blood rushing to the surface, and to wonder if the same thing would happen when she was under him, when he was taking her, making her feel pleasure, had his cock growing hard.
He removed his hand, wanting her fucking badly, like a beast was going to take control if he didn’t calm himself, and forcibly took a step back. She lowered her gaze to his cock, her eyes widening and the scent of her fear intensifying. “I won’t take you against your will, female.”
“You already have,” she said, took a step back, and clasped her hands in front of her. “I want to know where my family is, where the other members of my camp have been taken.”
He didn’t respond right away, just moved toward the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of June Juice, a potent alcoholic drink. He’d offer her some to relax, but he knew humans’ fragile bodies couldn’t metabolize his species’ liquor.
Opening the bottle he chugged some of it, wanting to be with her, knowing it was his right as she was considered his property, but not able to do that. Yes, she was right about him taking her against her will, but she also needed to realize that if he were any other male he would have already fucked her.
“Why haven’t you?” she asked softly.
He snapped his head away from the bottle and stared at her.
“You spoke out loud. I don’t have any weird mind reading abilities,” she said without emotion, clearly seeing his surprise on his face.
He took another drink, set the bottle down, and looked back at her. “I won’t fuck you when you fear me.” He stared at her, and let that sink in before he continued. “When I have my cock in you it’s because you’ll want it, Greta.”
She didn’t respond for a long while. The sight of her pulse beating at the base of her throat was in time to his dick throbbing behind his pants. Compatibility wise they were perfect, but it wasn’t about his sexual appetite for her, but this connection, this electricity running through his body every time he stared at her.
“Are you hungry again?” he asked.
“I just want to be with my family.” She sounded timid, and he hated the fact that he was the cause of her fear, but it was natural, reasonable. And Tolcan would just have to prove he wouldn’t harm her, because that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“I can’t help you with your family.”
“You and your kind have no right taking us, keeping us prisoner like this. I am here against my will. This is wrong, don’t you see that?” Her voice shook, and she started to cry. Tolcan walked up to her again, not able to help himself. He lifted his hand and wiped a tear away, but she smacked his hand away from her face. He felt his anger rise, but then couldn’t help the shock that this small human had struck him. No one, male or female, human or Rogue, had ever dared touch him in a way.
“You have no right to touch me,” she said with a strong voice.
He moved on her so fast she gasped. He pressed her up against the wall, inhaled deeply, and looked at her face. “You fear me, and rightly so, but I have no intentions of hurting you.” He inhaled again, loved she smelled like citrus fruit. “Your human emotions are what make you a weaker species, a target.”
“No, emotions are what make me human. You act like a robot, like you have no desires, hopes, needs.”
“I have needs, female.” He looked down at her body, loved that she wasn’t pushing him away, even if she was trying to mask her fear with strength. He liked that she was strong, wasn’t going to just bow because he desired it. Although truth was he wanted her to surrender, a part of him also liked she wasn’t this weakling. A mate needed to be able to hold her own, but also be smart enough to know when to back down. Only then would survival be guaranteed.