Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Please stop,” I said, choking up. “I want to enjoy tonight. I want to pretend you’re not leaving, just for a few more hours.”
He offered a gentle kiss against the side of my neck, and the warmth tickled at my flesh, radiating from the spot, pulsing throughout my body. I did my best to focus on that, but my eyes watered anyway.
This was just my luck. Meeting an amazing guy who was totally into me, and he was an alien who had to return to his home planet as soon as I realized how much I cared about him.
We lay there for maybe thirty minutes, quiet, and I fully appreciated what it felt like to bathe in the love emanating from him.
Finally, I admitted, “I should clean up some.”
“You don’t want to be packed with my seed all night?”
“I’m fine with that part, but apparently it’s too much cum to fit inside me, and the part that’s sticking to my leg is gonna bug the crap out of me.”
He snickered. “I look good on you.”
My cheeks warmed at his words.
“It’s okay,” he added. “We can shower together if you want.”
I glared at him over my shoulder. “You are not coming in and watching me do my cleanup.”
“No?”
I shook my head. “We gotta have some secrets between us.”
He frowned. “I don’t like the idea of secrets.”
I rolled my eyes. “Look, I love you and all that, but I think we need to discuss boundaries.”
“I don’t like the sound of those either.” He was all tease, that playful expression on his beautiful Furker face.
“Get that fat dick out of me, mister. We can shower when I’m finished.”
“Now that I like the sound of.”
He dislodged, allowing me to get up.
I opened the door in case Pluto decided to come in and spend some time with us, before heading into the bathroom, where I took care of…stuff.
Because you don’t need to know everything, do you?
After I finished up, I checked myself in the mirror, discovering my hair was all over the place, my cheeks still flushed from everything we did.
Fuck, I look like hell and Daddy still wanted to bond with me?
In a panic, I fixed my hair and splashed cold water against my cheeks, when the sound of Pluto’s barking came from the bedroom. Guess he decided to come talk to us again after all.
But as his yapping persisted, a knot tightened in my gut and an instinct told me, Something’s wrong with Daddy!
I rushed into the bedroom—and froze in place. Sheila hung by her tail from a panel in the ceiling. With one hand, she had him by his throat, pinning him against the wall, over the headboard.
“Sheila!” I called out.
Several thoughts crossed my mind: How did she get away from Kryton? Did she kill him? Is she about to kill us?
Daddy’s tentacles gripped on to her as he strained in her choke hold.
Sheila turned to me, growling. “You bonded with him, didn’t you?”
Pure hatred emanated from her as she released him, and he dropped onto the bed, bouncing as he hit the mattress. Not moving.
“Daddy!” I called, wanting to run to him.
My bookbag was by the nightstand, where Daddy had left it. If I could get to it, he had the other syringe he’d made for Sheila.
Before I had a chance to make a run for it, she descended from the ceiling. As her feet reached the mattress, she lunged at me. I grabbed the bathroom door, and as I slammed it shut, I noticed she was holding in her hand Daddy’s arm cuff.
“I figured out how he was preventing me from controlling him,” she said.
Fuck.
As I turned the lock on the door, her tail tore through the wood like it was cardboard. It would have probably been easy for her to seize the doorknob to open it, but it didn’t seem she had much experience with the doors we had on this planet because instead she hacked away at the wood to make space for herself to see me.
“Oh, little, pathetic human. Do you fear I’m going to kill you? Don’t worry. I promise I won’t.”
The way she stressed the I sent a jolt of terror through me.
“I won’t hurt him,” Sheila said as she turned back to the bed. “Will I…Daddy, is it? You’ll have to do that for me. Won’t you, Daddy?”
What the hell am I going to do?
I recalled when he told me about Sheila’s grip on him, how she managed to keep him ensnared for so long because of this control she had over him. I heard Daddy shift on the bed, and the thought of him coming in here to kill me was unbearable. But even worse was knowing how he would feel once her hold let up and he realized what he’d done.
One of his tentacles pushed through the hole in the door and turned the knob. When it opened, he stood in the doorway, eyes black as night.