Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“Whipped cream?”
“Oh god. It’s… semi-solid whipped milk. Maybe this is a mistake. I don’t want you to bring me butter! Way too much room for interpretation—and error.”
The jynx was listening intently, and I tell it to see what it can find. “And bring some kasewl with it, just in case,” I add as the servant whooshes off. “In the meantime, you should have some juice,” I tell Renee. “To slake your thirst.”
“Thanks.” She takes the jug and pours some into a cup, drinking greedily. It reminds me of the first day I brought her back here. It was such a short while ago, yet in some ways, it feels like a lifetime.
“Is there anything else you need, sweet one?” I ask as Renee sets the empty cup down and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Actually, yes. I’ve been thinking.” She pauses, watching me intently.
“I’m listening.”
“Well. You know you mentioned there were other humans here? Who were turned into Omegas?”
“Did I?”
“Nice try. You know you did. I was wondering if there was a way to contact them.”
“Why?”
“So I could talk to them. I have so many questions, and it would be good to talk to someone who understands.”
I rub my chest. “You think I do not understand?”
“I know you don’t. You admitted you don’t have empathy, remember?” Her smile is rueful.
Oh, for the love of Ulf. Not this again. “You do not need to talk to the other Omegas,” I tell her. “Besides, I wouldn’t know how to arrange it.”
She cocks her head. “You’re lying.”
“What makes you think that?” While it’s true, the accusation irks me.
“Your horns turn green,” she says with an infectious giggle.
My lips curve up, my chest instantly lighter. “Now who’s lying?” In three strides, I’m directly beside her. “You should remember that naughty little pets who lie get punished.”
A pink stain creeps up her cheeks and her breathing quickens. “Don’t. Not now.”
“Don’t what?” I reach out and slide a hand over the curve of her ass before tugging her up against me, pressing her belly against my thighs. She lets out a gratifying gasp.
“Turn me on. I’m trying to have a real conversation, and it’s so hard to think straight when you…”
My other hand cups her breast, my thumb caressing her nipple through the sheer fabric of her gown. “When I…” I prompt.
“When you… do that stuff. Act all dominant. Remember we had that conversation about BDSM the other day?”
“Ah, yes. You told me that some Hoo-mans enjoy tying each other up and whipping each other so much that there are entire books written on the subject.”
“Really? That was your main takeaway?”
I begin to rock against her, slowly, gently, letting her feel how hard I am. She gives the tiniest whimper. “I was intrigued by all of it. The symbolism—how a mere collar can be so significant. The way you said that not all Hoo-mans like it—and there are varying levels among those who do. And of course the fact that some females take the dominant role—which is just incomprehensible to me.”
“It is? What’s so surprising about that?”
I shrug. “All females should submit to their mates.”
She tries to pull away but my hand on her butt keeps her pressed up against me. “That’s ridiculous!” Her voice quivers.
“Ulfarri females are naturally submissive—at least sexually,” I clarify. “And for good reason. Alphas are bigger and stronger in every possible way. And when the rut overcomes them, things can get a little violent… as you know.” I pinch her nipple, and her gasp of pleasure is immediate. “This way, they can still enjoy it.”
“The difference is consent,” Renee says. “Having a choice.”
“There’s always a choice,” I tell her. My hand leaves her buttock and creeps down, tapping the jewel of the plug gently through the gauzy fabric. “You can choose whether to obey or disobey. Whether to enjoy it… or not. Whether to come…” wedging my thigh against her crotch, I grind against her sex until she sucks in a breath and tenses up before taking a step back, “…or not.”
Her hands tighten against my chest. “Goddamnit, that’s so—”
“Ah,” I interrupt, letting her go and turning to the jynx who just appeared behind us. “The drinks have arrived.”
Renee looks warily at the cups on the table. Recognizing the kasewl, I pick up the other one and sniff it before passing it over.
“Well,” my pet says, peering at it, “I guess my descriptions of cream and marshmallows were too much for the jynx. And it certainly doesn’t smell like chocolate. Or coffee. Or anything else I’ve ever encountered, come to think of it.”
My eye twitches. “Even so… are you going to try it?”
“Sure, why not? I’ve tried everything else you’ve given me so far.” Her wink immediately soothes some of the irritation building in me. “I even liked most of it.”