Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
It's just…humming.
But when we step outside into the snow, the biting wind is as fierce as ever, yet the edge has been taken off of it. With the piles of furs wrapped strategically around my body, it just feels like…wind. It no longer feels like ice scouring the first layer of my skin away. Whatever this parasite is doing to me, it's keeping me warm, and I'll take it. Maybe that's why Corvak says we need it to survive. Makes sense.
I peek over at him from under my lashes, my cheeks hot. His confusion over what to do with his erect cock was rather charming. Like he had no clue how to make it go down. I guess if what he says is true and he was on medication to suppress his needs, it'd make sense that he didn't know anything about sex.
And apparently I've grown a submission kink because I loved seeing him touch himself and talk about how he owns me. I've never been so damned horny in my life, and I barely resisted the urge to touch myself. Even now as we step forward into the snow, my clothing rubs between my thighs and chafes in a way that reminds me that I didn't get to come and my slick, needy pussy is very, very aware of that fact.
Corvak pauses as we take a few steps forward, and I wonder if he's going to notice that under the layers of fur, my nipples are tight and aching. Or that my pussy is practically squelching with each step I take. He eyes me and then gestures at the pack on my shoulder. "Give me your bag."
I don't, because he's carried most of the load so far. He's done so much while I've just struggled to survive. "I can manage. I'm going to start pulling my weight. We're going to be equal partners from here on out."
Corvak just gazes down at me, a smile distorting his mouth and making his lower tusks prominent. "Equal partners?"
He says it like I've just said something cutesy, adorable, and unbelievable. Just like that, my pussy turns into the Sahara. So much for lusting after him.
I really am an idiot for losing myself in the moment.
I scowl in his direction. "So what's the plan, Corvak? You're the one that's been scouting. Where are we headed?"
The big alien doesn't notice my change in mood. He simply rubs his chest, thoughtful, and gazes around us. "So far I have seen nothing but more dangerous rocks and ice. We will go deeper into them, to where it is more difficult to survive. The more inhospitable the better."
His line of thinking seems to be the opposite of mine. "Don't you think we should try to get out of the mountains? Find someplace better than this?"
The look he shoots me is openly incredulous, as if I started speaking in tongues. "The mountains are defensible. The snow makes things treacherous. If it is dangerous to remain in the mountains, then that is what we will do, and we will establish a fortress stronghold. Then, we will force our rivals to come to us."
"A fortress," I repeat. "In the mountains?"
Corvak nods. "We are going to outlast the others. The best way to endure is to make it impossible for them to get the upper hand. In this case, we want defensible ground. We dig in and wait to be retrieved."
It makes sense…I guess. I'm not looking forward to the thought of staying in the cold, inhospitable mountains if there are other options, but I'm not the expert on these situations. "And what happens after we're retrieved?"
He glances over at me, his brows drawn. "I'm not entirely sure."
"I don't know if that makes me feel worse or better."
"It is the game that has been set for us," Corvak replies. "All we can do is play it."
His practicality soothes my irritation. He's right. This is what's been set out for us. The only choice we have is to succeed…or die trying. And after getting a glowing worm inserted in me and sleeping in dirty caves for the last few days, I'm not keen on dying.
So we walk. And we trudge through snow. The drifts are deep, and I end up letting Corvak walk ahead of me so he can plow forward and I follow behind him in the path he's made. The pack on my back, stuffed full of furs and food, grows as heavy as stone. The stolen canteen slung around my neck feels like a brick. I regret not letting Corvak take my bag, but how much of a weenie would I be if I whimpered and carried nothing? I grit my teeth and endure it, because there's nothing else to be done. No valet is going to show up and take my burden from me. No one's going to come and give us a ride.