Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
And then he fucks me again, gripping my thighs and drawing them up and around his waist, driving his cock down inside me as he lifts my legs up again and then pushes them up toward my chest. The position is exceptionally vulnerable and terribly lewd. My ankles are up near my ears and my pussy is angled up toward his dominating cock in such a spread way that there is nothing to stop him from taking me as long, hard, and deep as he likes.
Drako fucks me until I lose all sense of time, and all sense of place, except for the place I have with him. He breaks down my resistance, uses my rebellion as fuel, and burns through my defiance until I am a whimpering, cum-soaked mess beneath him.
I am aware, faintly, that Thor has come to see what is going on. I think he must have been worried for me when I made all those utterly animal sounds. Drako’s mating made me feel like nothing more than a simple beast, and even now, I am barely human. I am one aching sacrifice having been bred to within an inch of my sanity.
When he knows he has broken me as he meant to, Drako wraps me in his arms and snugs me tight until I start to come back to myself. It takes what feels like a very long time, sunlight turning golden and starting to fade entirely before cooler air brings me all the way back to myself.
“Hello,” he says as I sit up, then curse. My whole lower region is aching from his lesson.
“Ow,” I complain, lying down because that is safer for my punished flesh.
He smirks at me, and brushes the hair out of my eyes.
“You really like being thrashed and mated,” he says. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to be used like you craved before now. You must have suffered a great many boring fools before me.”
At first I think he’s being an asshole, but then he presses kisses to my cheeks, my lips, and my forehead, treating me with some real tenderness while my pussy aches in the aftermath of his brutal ravaging. He means it.
“Actually, I only slept with Thor before you, and he’s not boring,” I say.
He’s wrong about me.
Isn’t he?
Thor is looking at me with an expression I tell myself I cannot read. I wonder if he thinks less of me, or less of himself. I wonder if I just played right into Drako’s sick little games by rebelling against him and giving him a reason to punish me.
I wonder all this while my body aches and the inner walls of my pussy throb with satisfaction so deep it feels like there is not a drop of unhappiness or anxiety left inside me.
Maybe I do like it.
Maybe that’s basically what Thor was saying too, just in less crass and blunt terms.
Fortunately for me, there’s nothing more exhausting than being fucked into oblivion. Drako carries me back to our little camp, I find my usual place in the crevice in the corner, and I am asleep long before I can consider all the many ramifications of my submission.
CHAPTER 10
We wake up on the second day of our attempt at surviving this hostile world. My body is aching from use, both physical and sexual. Moving makes every one of my muscles protest. I know it will get better once we start moving again, but I wish we didn’t have to move. This feels like a day suited to lazing around in bed, watching old movies. My father had a big collection of them. They’ll be ashes now, along with the rest of his legacy.
“The horde hasn’t moved,” Thor says. He went straight to the edge of the outcropping and ensured that the sleeping mass of carnivorous beasts remained in their slumber. I feel a pang of existential dread at the thought of them waking.
“We should put more distance between ourselves and them,” Drako says. “Head further up toward the mountains. If we gather firewood and skin a few beasts, we should be able to fashion winter clothes that will protect us from the elements.”
He’s thinking long term. He’s not planning on being rescued.
All Thor and I care about is staying visible. Our goals are absolutely not aligned past a certain point.
“What would happen to Drako if we were rescued, and he were with us?”
“He’d be charged for the deaths of our crew, as he deserves to be,” Thor says.
“Oh, right. So we’re still doing that justice thing,” I say.
Thor lifts a brow at me. “Yes, Selene. We are still doing that justice thing. So many people lost their lives because of his orders.”
“Sure. Yes. Absolutely. But he’s sort of saving our lives now, so…”
“You can fuck him,” Thor says bluntly. “I don’t know that you really have much choice. But don’t fall in love with him. That man is going to hang.”