Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134725 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
The animal retrieved a black gem from his pouch and put it in Zane’s hand. Zane stared at it.
The animal picked up again and shoved it into the pouch on his belly.
“Danger,” he heard Tanya’s voice. “I think he was trying to warn us about the razzleberries.”
Zane turned to look at her.
“He’s smart,” she said, sitting up. “Intuitive.” The top of her ear was visible, and the gemstone was still black.
The animal hopped from Zane’s hand into his own cage. Zane locked the door. Though it was likely useless. If it wanted out, it’d break out.
“It’s like he’s saying, ‘I told you so’ about the berries. Do you remember when he gave the black stone to you when Ollie had been eating one?”
“I remember,” Zane replied, turned and kicked off his boots, then climbed into the bed with her, reaching into his pocket and then taking her stats with his project tablet.
Her fever was almost gone. She had only a slightly elevated body temperature. He could see the allergen levels in her system were still elevated, though were much lower than when he’d first taken her stats.
He put the device on the table beside the bed and hauled her against his body, putting his lips to the top of her head.
“That was fucking terrifying,” he told the top of her head.
She wrapped her arms around him and replied softly. “I find out I’m not actually about to die if I don’t lose my virginity by getting married and then… I lose my virginity and get married, but I very nearly die.”
“Mm. Believe me, that irony has already occurred to me.”
“Quite a day.”
“Quite a day,” he agreed.
“Um… are you sorry?” she asked.
“That I kept feeding you razzleberry juice and never, not once, took your stats to make sure you were healthy? Yes. Very fucking sorry, baby.”
“No,” her voice was small. “I mean, are you sorry that we got married?”
“What?”
“I understand if it was just lust from the potion that----"
“Absolutely fucking not.”
“You sound so angry,” her voice cracked.
“I am.”
“But you’re still holding me, and you keep kissing my hair.”
“Yeah.” He tightened his grip on her and kissed her hair again, catching the gleam of the black stone high on her ear ridge. Emotion seized his chest even as he grinded his teeth. The stone malfunctioning clearly had to do with the first time she consumed the razzleberry juice he’d left her. It led him to think she’d been married by that rogue. It also likely led to that color change of red while he made love to her because she’d just eaten that fruit.
“That’s really sweet,” she whispered, snuggling closer.
He had no doubt she really did love him. Not a doubt at all. He let out a long breath. “How do you feel, shortcake?”
“I’m okay. A little sleepy. A little sore, um… down there. But…”
He waited. She didn’t finish her sentence.
“But?” he finally prompted.
“I don’t think that the aphrodisiac wore all the way off, though,” she whispered.
He barked out a laugh and rolled her to her back. He hovered over her and stared down at her under him, her hair spread out all over his pillow, still looking a little pale, but otherwise gorgeous with her eyes aimed at him and filled with lust as she chewed her bottom lip.
“You don’t have any of that still in your system, Tanya.”
“No?” she asked, eyes going confused.
“Not according to the stats check I just ran.”
“Hm.” She looked doubtful.
“It’s just you, baby.”
“Just me?”
“You’re like a child with a new toy.” His voice dropped an octave. “And you wanna play with it.”
Her eyes went wide while her mouth widened in a smile. “Yeah!” she said this as if he’d given her a brilliant idea. “I think I’ll do just that!” She reached between them and found his already hard cock though it was unfortunately blocked by the clothes he’d thrown on when calling the doctor.
“You need to rest, little wife.”
She beamed with a gorgeous light in her eyes at that word on his lips. He knew the feeling. It felt really fucking good to him, too.
“I rested already, big husband.”
He grinned. “I want you to rest. That’s an order. I’ll fuck you in the morning. If your temperature is normal.”
She pouted.
He rolled back, taking her with him so that she was sprawled on him.
His hands moved up and down the silky fabric he’d put on her. He reached underneath it, palm grazing her round ass, which was clad in a pair of pink panties he’d put on her while she was unconscious, taking note that she looked a little red and on the verge of bruising between her thighs. They’d had some pretty energetic fucking, and as it’d been her first time, he knew he needed to give her time to heal. He figured about eight hours of sleep ought to do it. Or, he hoped so.