Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Her smile is back, and this time there’s a bright happiness to her face. Her chestnut brown hair is starting to curl up, and I can’t help but stare at the graceful line of her neck. “You claim me?”
I give into the temptation, touching her porcelain skin lightly. “I claim you. I’ll take care of you.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying,” Beck interjects.
“Leave it, brother,” Cian says in a firm, authoritative voice. “Dante knows what he’s doing. If he doesn’t, he’ll figure it out. He’ll take care of her.”
There’s a long moment between the twins. I’m surprised to see Beck back down. He nods briefly. “All right, then. We’ll leave you to your wedding night. We’ve been given a tent next to this one. You only have to call out and I will come.”
“I don’t need you to save me from a woman.” I bite back a wince. I sound whiny even to my own ears.
Beck studies Kaja carefully. “I hope that’s all she is, cos. Come on. Let’s go settle our wife in for the evening.”
Cian grins brightly. “Aye, she definitely needs some settling.”
Meg shakes her head but throws her husband an affectionate look. She crosses to me. “Are you sure about this?”
“You, too? Don’t think I can handle her, do you?”
“No, I was thinking of her, actually. She seems oddly innocent.”
Kaja frowns. She seems to be trying to figure something out. “The First told you to leave. Do you not fear the First?”
Meg has the audacity to grin. “Fear Dante? Only if I were a cat. Or a bottle of Scotch. He can tear through that, if you know what I mean.”
Kaja shakes her head. “I do not.”
Meg sighs and steps back. “I know. I’ll see you in the morning, Kaja. If you need anything, we’ll be in the tent next door. Good night.”
Kaja lets the towel drop the minute the others are gone. There is no exhibitionism in it. She simply seems comfortable with her nudity. I’m not comfortable with my state of dress. My cock is trying to tunnel out of my pants.
“You should beat them more often. I do not think they properly fear you.” She leans over and sniffs at the Scotch. She wrinkles her nose and moves to the water, drinking it down.
I can’t help but laugh at the suggestion. I also can’t help but notice that I’m alone with a naked woman whom I’m practically obligated to fuck. I signed papers promising to fuck her and fuck her often.
“Beck, Ci, and Meggie are family, sweetheart. I scarcely think I’ll be beating on them anytime soon.” I turn and push the pants off my hips. I toss them to the side, but the clever nanites readjust themselves, folding the pants neatly in a square.
Kaja steps back. “The coverings are magic.”
It’s going to be fun to show Kaja my plane. “I’m sure they seem that way to you. Would you believe me if I told you they’re tiny machines that a rival corporation makes? We tried to make a competing line at Dellacorp. They developed their own intelligence and attacked the people wearing them. That was a lawsuit, let me tell you.”
Kaja stares at the pants. “What is a machine?”
I decide to leave that part of her education for another time. I sink down into the tub, hoping the heat will wilt my raging erection a bit. I have to talk around my fangs. The damn things won’t go away. “Don’t worry about it. Come here, Kaja.”
She doesn’t hesitate this time. She gingerly steps into the tub and places herself between my legs with her back to my front. She leans against me and sighs. “I like the warmth. It is very cold where I come from. I’ve never known I could feel so warm.”
Her shoulders rub against my chest, and her little ass nestles close to my cock. Nope, the heat isn’t helping at all. My cock is long and thick against her skin.
“This home you were taken from, do you want to go back?” I need to ease my conscience. If she has a home and a husband, maybe I should think about asking Beck to help her find her way back. My cock protests mightily.
“No,” she says quietly. “I do not wish to go home. I do not truly have a home.”
“Why do you call me First?” I’m curious. “Is that what you call the leader of your people?”
I don’t mention that I’m not the leader of anything. Or has that changed? When I think about it, I’m kind of the leader of her.
“The First is the most important,” Kaja explains. She speaks slowly, as though measuring each word. “He is First among the pack, though his mate is usually First among the women. He selects a strong mate. Because they are First, they get the best of the meat and the warmest place to sleep. The Second gets the next best, you understand?”