Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
It was like she’d forgotten she was doing it. The touch had a reflexive, almost unconscious quality to it, as if her body—independent of her mind—had decided this was a necessary action.
Braze wondered, through the haze of need, if it had anything to do with the amount of that spicy smelling wine he’d seen the servants pouring into her goblet with relentless frequency. Her posture had softened, and her words had grown looser and more candid with the woman beside her called Aria. At this point, he was pretty sure Kaitlyn was no longer sober—not even close.
But either way, what she was doing was driving him to the brink of sanity. Each stroke was a sweet, torturous promise that went nowhere, thanks to the unyielding ring at his base. His hips wanted to buck—to thrust up into her hand. Even more, he longed to drive himself up into her tight, hot channel—to fill her pussy to the hilt.
It would be easy enough—she’d gotten plenty of his precum on and in herself earlier when she’d been rubbing his cock against her inner fold—so she would be more than able to take him. With one hard thrust, he could be knot-deep inside her, plundering her sweet little pussy and making her moan his name, Braze thought hungrily. And then he would be working his knot into that tight little cunt of hers…stretching her open so he could fill her with his seed and Bond her to him forever…
Wait—what was he thinking? He couldn’t take advantage of his charge that way—and he certainly couldn’t Bond her to him. They were already breaking all kinds of rules and protocols sitting this way and being so intimate—he was supposed to be her Protector, not her love-toy or her mate.
Get it together—if you’re not careful you’re going to fuck everything up! he mentally shouted at himself. If she wants to touch you, you just have to take it. She’s the Mistress in this situation, after all. And you know Mistress Lovelyone put you through worse. It’s just been a long time since you were in the submissive role—you’ve forgotten how to act.
So in spite of the way Kaitlyn continued to stroke and tease his cock, he held himself still by sheer force of will. His muscles were coiled like steel springs and a low, continuous growl came vibrating up from his chest but it was lost in the noise of the hall.
But even as he grappled for control, Braze was drowning in sensation. Every nerve ending was focused on that one point of contact…on the slide of his Mistress’s skin against his…on the damp heat he could feel radiating from her soft little pussy, just millimeters away.
Then the lights changed.
The sudden flash and the subsequent violent strobing cut through his pleasure-daze like a blade. Instinct and the warrior’s hyper-vigilance that never fully slept, kicked in.
He sat up a little straighter in the reclined chair, his eyes narrowing as he looked over Kaitlyn’s shoulder. The crowd’s attention shifted as one—a wave of excited murmuring rising. A single, brilliant spotlight speared down from the darkness of the vaulted ceiling, illuminating the center of the U-shaped tables—a circle of stark white light on the polished stone floor.
Into that circle stepped a figure.
He was tall and painfully thin, with skin like translucent blue ice, through which darker blue veins and the faint shadow of bones were visible. Perched precariously on his head was a tall, conical hat of vibrant pink. A long, crimson cape flowed from his shoulders, pooling around his thigh-high boots. He moved with a theatrical, exaggerated grace, sweeping into a deep, flourishing bow towards the assembled women.
“Ladies of Salimba Prime!” His voice was a reedy tenor, amplified somehow to fill the vast space. “Tonight you will be mesmerized and hypnotized—awed and amazed!”
All around the hall, women clapped and cheered. The men seated beneath them remained utterly silent statues of flesh.
We’re just furniture here, Braze thought grimly. You don’t expect the furniture to applaud.
“All the way from the misty moors of New Grovenshire,” the trainer continued, straightening up and spreading his arms wide, the red cape flaring like wings made of blood, “I have brought you a beast so fearsome, so magnificent, you won’t believe your eyes! Yes—it is a Kriver! The most feared and fearsome predator in the entire known Universe!”
Another round of applause, more eager this time, followed his words. The trainer bowed again, a smirk playing around his thin, blue lips.
“Please stay very still in your seats, for we don’t wish to upset her. She’s in heat at the moment, which makes her a bit… testy.” He paused, letting his gaze sweep over the audience of women. “A fact I’m sure you can all identify with.”
The line drew predictable giggles and knowing laughs.
Braze’s jaw tightened. This was a fucking circus—a grotesque, dangerous circus. He had a bad feeling about this beast—this Kriver. He had never seen one but their bloodthirsty reputation for ferocity was well known. It didn’t seem likely that this male had actually trained one—they weren’t supposed to be trainable at all.