Rhal Part 3 (Scifi Alien Serial Romance) (The Ujal) - Plot & Excerpts
Neither would make her happy, and yet she prayed for both. Her mind wanted her to tell Rhal to go fuck himself while her body was filled with “come fuck me, Rhal.” At the moment, with his blood coursing through her veins, she realized the fuck-me feelings were winning. Crap. He’d stuck around long enough to have blood withdrawn from his arm, his muscle tensing with the jab of the needle and then the red liquid filled the small vial. The second Sece withdrew the hollow needle, he rolled his sleeve down, uncaring if any blood stained the fabric. He strode to the doorway, gave her a curt nod as some sort of screwed up “goodbye” and disappeared. That was hours ago? Maybe? She wasn’t too sure because the second his blood hit hers, she was lost. Lost to a wildly twining ball of sensation that seemed to torture and pleasure her in equal measure. It burned at first, the life fluid sliding through her veins and plucking all her nerves. Plucking? No, scraping as if razor blades. She was being torn apart from inside out, slicing and dicing her flesh until she was surprised her skin didn’t split.
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