Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55551 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 278(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
She asks for what I have already offered. I wonder if that’s some kind of conversational gambit, or just a personal oddity. Regardless, I am definitely taking this human with me. Not to a port, but certainly to my home. As alpha, I have a very large compound in the city, large enough and secure enough to keep her contained. This human strikes me as someone who needs to be behind walls, if not bars. My instincts are telling me to keep her. Cage her. Tame her.
“This is not a safe place,” I tell her. “You’d best come with me. The port is in the city. We’ll need to perform a few formalities first, however. There’s documentation around crashes and things. We can’t just have aliens landing all over the place.”
“Yeah. I crashed. It was an accident.” Her words could be terse and impatient, but she grins when she says them. Almost like she’s proud of herself.
I don’t believe a word that comes out of her mouth. She doesn’t look like she has a scratch on her. She doesn’t look like she’s had a bump, let alone a crash. But the truth will come later, when I have her safely contained.
“Are you hungry?” I ask the question. “Bar snacks don’t go that far, do they?”
“Do you have anything besides bloodied meat?”
“I have access to every kind of food on this planet. You’ll be well fed. But for now, let’s get you out of this dive. Come on.”
I crook my finger at her.
There’s a moment where she hesitates, then shrugs for a second, then pushes off the counter. She’s so small, definitely no more than five foot eight standing straight upright. She walks over to me with a casual saunter, her chin held at a cocky angle, her eyes not leaving mine. I am not used to prey making this kind of eye contact with me — and she is prey.
Prey that doesn’t know it is prey.
The closer she gets, the smaller and more delicate she seems compared to me. She’s barely a snack. I break eye-contact with her, looking around at the damage done to this place. The hole in the wall is letting in an increasingly cool breeze as evening starts to close in thick and fast. There are all kinds of perimeters to keep the primal ones out of civilized areas, but I can see those sparking in the gathering dark. A lot of infrastructure damage has been done.
As my eyes leave her, I feel a small hand sneak into my pocket. She is trying to steal from me, even as I offer her a lifeline. I cannot believe her audacity, or her nerve. This creature is a fraction of my size, and unprotected by so much as a single scale and yet she chooses this moment to attempt to take advantage of my kindness?
I snatch her wrist and swing her around in front of me, where I am greeted with a broad and entirely unrepentant grin. She seems amused by being caught.
“Oops.”
I have never allowed any creature in my territory to step out of line around me. Ever. This little human will be no exception.
“If you were saurian, I would beat you,” I tell her. “You would be stripped and thrashed to my satisfaction.
“I’m not saurian, though, am I? I’m a human, and we don’t know better.”
“You will,” I snarl. “You’ll learn your lesson. It’s one you should have learned as a hatchling.”
“Aw, come on,” she smiles up at me. “I didn’t take anything. I don’t think I could take anything from you. You’re so big, and strong, and…”
I snatch her other wrist up, seeing her hand creep toward her pocket. I don’t know what she has in there, but I don’t think I want her getting to it. Theres’s something devious about this creature. Something incredibly untrustworthy. Something very…. alluring.
She is clearly destructive, dangerous, and by her own reckless admission, probably a pirate. Ordinarily I would have no interest in an impertinent meat-based creature with little in the way of conscience, but there is something about this one that draws my interest.
She has the nerve to steal from me, for starters. Most of my own kind cower before me, but when I look into her eyes, I don’t see fear, and when I draw a deep breath in, I don’t smell fear. I do see and scent other things though, excitement, anticipation, and arousal. This pretty, curvy, soft, delicate creature with the flashing eyes is hot for me in the most primal of ways.
Her femininity calls me. It has been too long since I was in the presence of a female I had any kind of interest in. Even with her standing before me fully dressed, I am aware of the lubrication between her thighs. She is emitting so many signs of need that merely by holding her I can sense that wetness, that human answer to all things carnal.