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)
Even now they lived in a cave that was deep in the mountains. They had come up with strips of metal and wire to block out scanners and transmissions from Rogues, so they were relatively safe here since they were hidden from detection.
But life wasn’t easy still. They were hiding, running when they needed to, and Tolcan and the other Rogues, including the humans and Jayce, were trying to fight the Royals and their plans to continue running this world and the people into the ground. Things needed to change, and it wouldn’t happen overnight, or even in the next couple of years, but they were trying.
She stared at the man she’d grown to care for so much she didn’t even know how to put it into words. That heat filled her, consumed her, and the longer she stared at him the more she wanted him. Being with Tolcan meant she could give herself over to him for a short time, and not think about what was happening on the other side of the mountain.
“The way you’re looking at me is very dangerous, my female.” Tolcan’s voice was low and rough, like sandpaper moving along her body.
“And what way is that?” Greta knew she was playing with fire, tempting his inner beast that flickered, but she loved every minute of it, loved she could tempt him and he’d want more.
“Like the way I’m looking at you. The look that screams you need me as badly as I need you.”
“It’s only been a few hours,” she whispered, her body already lighting up. Her heart pounded so hard that she felt like it would burst right through her chest. He moved closer, so close that she smelled the spicy, masculine flavor that came from this Rogue, and told her he was all male. His eyes were lowered and trained on her lips, and she felt them part under the weight of his stare. He was so ruggedly handsome, so brutal and raw in his appearance, that Greta wasn’t going to deny herself the one thing she wanted the most: him.
Before she could lean forward, kiss him, and run her hands over all that muscle that was barely hidden beneath his clothes, Tolcan was talking in that rough timbre of his again, telling her what he was going to do to her. “As much as I like the fact that you want to take control,” he lifted his gaze from her mouth and looked into her eyes, “I’m not a male that takes well to submitting to others. You know that, female.”
She licked her lips, felt them warm from the blood flow just beneath them.
He leaned forward, and all she could do was sit there, motionless, waiting for this potent male to have his way with her. And God, Tolcan was so going to have his way with her. She could see it in his almost white colored eyes, feel it in his words. “Just tell me how much you fucking want this, too, Greta. Tell me you want me taking control.”
Her heart thundered harder.
“Tell me you want my mark tingling on the side of your neck and want my cum filling your body.” His breath brushed along her lips, and a small sound left her.
Here, now, she felt very helpless with this very dominant male. Her mind and body were already in submission. She wanted to feel him slide his cock deep inside of her. Greta ached to feel the stretch and burn of Tolcan claiming her.
“Tell me you want me to do filthy fucking things to you.” He slid his hand over her thigh, along her hip, and up her side to rest right by her breasts. “Tell me you want my handprints on your body.” He slid his hand over her breast, very slowly, giving her time to stop him if she wanted. “Tell me what I want to hear.” When he covered the mound a soft sigh spilled from her.
“You know I want that, and so much more.”
He applied pressure to her breast, curled his hand around her sensitive flesh until a sting of pain filled her and mixed with the pleasure. She let her head fall back slightly, and instantly Tolcan had his mouth on her exposed throat. God, she was going to come before he even fucked her.
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Tolcan groaned deeply against Greta’s neck. She tasted sweet, addictive … his. He flattened his tongue and ran it up the length of her throat. Her breasts were more than a handful, and her nipple was a rock hard bead in the center of his palm. His cock jerked against the zipper of his pants, and he felt wetness coat the tip. He wanted her, and he was going to have her, over and over again until she couldn’t see straight.