Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Zhur licks the sensitive spot at the bend of my neck and shoulder, and groans deeply. "Kef me."
I quiver, because that was...unexpected. "Um...?"
He licks my throat again, and...again. Over and over, he makes out with that spot on my neck, laving and rubbing his mouth against it. His whiskers tickle my skin, and his tongue is rough, and I'm really fucking confused.
Do I say anything? No, I do not. I just stand there, frozen, like a scared-yet-horny rabbit.
"Maeve," he murmurs against my throat. "Stay still."
Stay still? Of all the things to say, that seems a strange one. "I think you need a drink of water to clear your head."
But when I reach for a cup, he grabs my hand and covers it with his, bearing it down to the counter. He's like a cloak, completely covering my body with his, and the warmth and pleasant feel of it is undercut with a vague sense of unease. This is strange. Very, very strange. I don't know what was in that vial but it definitely had a reaction, all right. I feel normal, but I know normal Zhur would not be making out with my neck like it's the sexiest thing he's ever seen. Normal Zhur would not be all over me like a second skin.
Then Zhur rocks his hips against me, grinding me against the counter, and I feel a massive erection against my back. Jesus. He's even bigger erect, and that's alarming. Something in that bottle flipped a switch in his brain, and I try to wriggle out of his grasp, only for him to grab my hips and grind against them again. The message is clear, and it sends a tickle of fear down my spine.
What happened to a marriage of convenience only?
But then he lifts his head and pauses. "Door."
Huh?
He staggers away from me, leaving me panting and confused in the kitchen. I watch as he crosses the small house, toward the front door. Is Simone back? Do we have visitors...?
But no. He opens the door and there's no one on the other side. He wasn't looking for anyone, either, it seems, because he angles the door open and then pulls his clothing open, taking his huge cock out and into his hand. And he faces the door, jerking hard and concentrating on it.
What. The. Fuck.
That's enough for this gal. I cross the kitchen and head for my bedroom while he's “occupied.” I shut the door behind me, lock it, and then drag my bed up against the other side in case he tries to break the door down. Someone is clearly, clearly high on shrooms or something to that extent that he would get instantly horny and confused enough to go jerk off on a door.
And I don't want to be around him until he comes to his senses.
I fling myself down on the bed to add my weight against the door and clutch my pillow, listening as Zhur pants and snarls on the other side of the house. Some sort of hallucinogen, I think. It must be for him to abandon me for a freaking door. I have no idea why that wounds my pride, but it does.
He gives a roar that practically rattles the windows, and I can guess what just happened. I wince to myself, wondering if he's going to come looking for me or pass out or go outside and try to finger-comb the grass or something. A spoiled, petulant oversized cat-man doesn't scare me.
An oversized cat-man that's out of his damn mind does, though. I don't know what his next move will be or if it'll be violent. So I lean against the door, and I hope he passes out.
Instead, I hear huffing and the slap of skin, as if he's starting up once more.
Ugh. I wonder how long this is going to go on for. My door is gonna need a hosing down.
I hope it's just the door. I envision a living room covered in alien jizz and blanch. Cleaning up after him wasn't how I expected spending my day tomorrow, but it looks like I'm not going to have a choice. That's assuming he's done by morning. I don't know how aliens handle mushrooms or whatever he's on. What if he's like this for days? Weeks?
My poor door.
I let out a choked, hysterical laugh that I muffle with the pillow in my hands. There's nothing to do but laugh about the situation. Well, laugh and hide.
He lets out another pained groan, and then there's silence. Round two is over, if I don't miss my guess. I wrinkle my nose, trying to get the visual of Zhur gripping a massive cock in his hand and then aiming it at my door.
Footsteps. A pause. More footsteps, heading into the house.
I hold my breath, because I'm just now realizing that I left the bottle of drugs on the table. Oh god, what if he takes another dose?