Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91636 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 367(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“I will not have you die,” he says. “So you are going to do what I damn well tell you, or the thrashing you will have to endure will be so painful you will not sit for a very long time.”
“I say we spank her now,” Tailor says. “She has a tendency to forget herself between punishments, and it has been days since she was shown her place.”
I shoot him a furious scowl. He’s fucking me over, and I don’t appreciate it at all. I was a little rebellious, sure, but that’s because my adrenaline is up.
“You can’t show me my place right now. You need me able to pay attention. You need me as on edge as possible. You don’t want me all dopey and post-orgasmic.”
Conroy pulls me close, cupping his hand underneath my ass and pulling me against his crotch. I can feel the hard line of his cock against my pussy as he snugs me into a position that is closer to sexual than disciplinary.
Holding me up with one hand, he uses the other to smack my ass nice and hard. I let out a yowl of pain and grind against him involuntarily as he starts to lecture me in a low, deep voice.
“I’m not going to let you come. I’m going to spank your ass, and I’m going to make sure you know how to listen to orders. There won’t be any more of this nonsense where you run away, make decisions of your own accord, do whatever you feel like at any time… and any of the other dangerous things you have done time and time and time again.”
His hand claps against my ass over and over again, sharp bolts of pain bursting through my flesh as he spanks me up against his body, my legs wrapping around his waist instinctively.
It is so easy for him to turn me on. It’s basically unfair. My stinging cheeks and my pounding pulse are combining to make my pussy wet. I wonder if there’s some way to get fucked here on the edges of the battlefield.
“Tell me you are going to listen, or I’m going to pull your pants down and spank your bare ass in front of everybody.”
“Conroy…” I whine his name. “Please. I am trying to be good. I am trying to do what has to be done. I’m going to be good,” I promise. “I’m not going to do anything crazy. I’m going to get the truck and drive it out the gate into the waiting arms of Alexander, giving him back his maker’s heart.”
“I still don’t like you driving the truck.”
“I think I should. I’m going to have to check the loading anyway. You two will be busy enough keeping stray humans off me, won’t you?”
“She’s right,” Tailor says to Conroy. “She’s safer in the truck than she is outside it. And we know she can drive.”
“Right. We do this clean. We get in. Now. We maybe stop some of the carnage, even,” Conroy says.
I have no intention of stopping any of the carnage. That’s beyond me. All I can do is what I am doing, giving Alexander what he wants.
Conroy smacks my ass, softer this time, secures me close against his crotch with two hands, pulling me against his cock, promising me another breeding, reminding me how much I love it when he fucks me. For just a moment, we are not standing outside a city being routed by vampires. We are not listening to the faint but discernible screams of those who are being devoured. We are not smelling blood and gunfire. We are wrapped around one another, very nearly fucking one another. And I love him.
I love him so fucking much I don’t think there’s anything he could do to me I wouldn’t enjoy. The smell of him drives me wild, makes my hips grind against him, my abs contracting to hump against his cock like a feral, hungry little animal.
“Easy, girl,” Tailor says, sliding his hand underneath my butt, right between my cheeks, his fingers pressing against my pussy through the fabric of my pants.
This does not make me feel easy. Not at all. This makes me feel very, very uneasy. This makes my pussy walls clench internally and my hips grind. They are doing everything but publicly fucking me and it makes me feel like I am on dirty display.
Alexander clears his throat.
“As much as I am enjoying this display of animal instinct, you are about to lose your window of opportunity, and if that happens, I am certain I will kill at least one of you in a fit of pique.”
Conroy lets me slide down his body regretfully, and all the awfulness of war slides back around us.
“The gates aren’t even open yet,” he says. “We have time.”
“You act like your lives could end at any moment,” he says. “Oh, I suppose they can.”