Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
At nearly seven standard feet and with the heavy musculature of all Kindred males, Chain was no lightweight himself. But the Earth female had been what the Twin Kindred called an “Elite”—one blessed by the Goddess with full and bountiful curves. Just the memory of her in that tight red dress made him half-hard all over again, though he told himself he needed to concentrate.
There had been several unattached females sitting in the bar but he had zeroed in on her immediately. With her full curves and that striking silver streak in her dark hair, he’d been unable to resist her.
But it wasn’t just her looks that drew him—it was her scent. When Chain had sat down beside her, the scent of her sexual hunger had tugged at him immediately—teasing his nose with her need. He knew at once by the absence of any other male’s scent on her that this little female had been alone for a long time—perhaps even years—and she desperately needed some male attention.
Maybe that was what had driven him to kiss her—which he probably shouldn’t have done. But her lush lips had looked so tempting and she had tasted sweet—like that red Earth fruit. What was it again? Berrystraws? Strawmarries? Whatever it was, the taste of her had been intoxicating—literally.
He had barely been able to make himself stop kissing her, despite the imminent danger posed by the Varians in front of them. And Gods, the way she’d kissed back…it was clear she knew what she was doing and that she would be happy to do more if given half a chance.
Her evident experience—and the fact that she was clearly older than him—was intensely sexy to Chain. He liked a female who knew what she was doing in the bedroom. A female who knew what she wanted and was willing to guide a male and show him exactly how to pleasure her…damn, that was appealing. So appealing that his shaft went from half-mast to full attention as he found her scent at last, very faintly on the nighttime breeze.
Keeping his nose high and making sure to avoid the busy beehive of activity the Last Call bar had become after the Varians had shot it up, Chain followed the warm, alluring fragrance of his little female. Luckily, he was wearing his scatter-light hood and cloak, which caused any available light photons to bounce off him in such a way as to render him technically invisible. So all he had to do was make sure not to bump into anyone and nobody would even know he was there. The stealth tech had cost a ridiculous amount but it had saved his ass more than once and Chain was glad to have it now. He stepped casually aside as an Earth peacekeeper ran past him, speaking into a communications device.
He caught the Earth female’s scent again and sighed. It was a pity they hadn’t gotten to know each other more and that he didn’t have time to get to know her now. He just needed to find her, get back the T’lix-Kruthe, and neutralize the Varian threat before going on Priima Belle, where the other half of the precious artifact was located.
It was a time-sensitive mission, so he had no time for romance—not that any respectable female would ever consider bonding herself to an M-Switch like him. The other Kindred reviled Chain’s kind and called them “Body Snatcher” or just “Snatchers” for short, because of the way they took over the bodies of others. So finding a mate could be extremely difficult—if not impossible.
This little Earth female would probably revile him too, now that he had revealed his ability to her, he thought. So wishing he could stay to romance her was foolish and impractical. She’d probably be glad to see the end of him. But a male could dream, couldn’t he?
He lifted his nose higher and caught a stronger whiff of her scent—but this time it was laced with the acrid tang of fear. Chain frowned. That’s right—she’d been running for her life. He was certain she’d gotten away but was she really safe, wherever she was? The Varians couldn’t track her scent like he could with his sensitive Kindred nose, but might they have some other method of tracing her he didn’t know about?
The thought sent a cold chill down his spine and when he took another deep whiff of the air, the cold, reptilian odor of the Varians entered his senses as well as the warm fragrance of the little Earth female. Gods—he didn’t like the fact that their scent trails were so close—didn’t like it one Goddess-damned bit!
Chain’s hands doubled into fists at his sides and a low growl rose in his throat. It was his fault the curvy little female was in danger—his fault the Varians were tracking her. He had to get to her—had to find her quickly…