“Jesus, Turic,” I whisper. “TMI.”
All eyes are on me wondering what my culip looks like. I tap Turic on the back. “Can we not talk about my culip in front of the whole village please?”
But he just goes on. And my cheeks get redder.
“Avery’s flowery culip is as tight as the grip of a randosha and is as soft as the flowers of the gushart tree,” he continues while I sink lower and lower. “Turic thrust his raging cock into it until Avery screamed Turic’s mighty name.” He pulls me out from where I’m hiding behind him, utterly mortified. “Tell them, my sweet Avery. Tell them how Turic thrust his towering cock into the sticky abyss between your legs.”
The whole village is staring at me with wide eyes on their curious faces while they wait for my answer.
“He may have rounded third base,” I say meekly. “Maybe went all the way home.”
“Base?” Loupin says, clearly not impressed with my presence. “What is this base the pale one speaks of?”
“I’m not pale,” I mutter. Maybe a little bit but it was freaking October back home and the sun here doesn’t seem to be strong enough to give me a tan. “At least I don’t look like I’m coming out of a Blue Man Group audition like you weirdos.”
Loupin doesn’t understand the reference but that doesn’t stop him from glaring at me like the mean girl from high school. “I want her out of my village. Now. Quindo. Sanser. Remove her.”
Two huge Drandroka step forward and Turic lets out a vicious roar as he plants his tree trunk legs and cocks his iron fists. “Nobody touches my Avery,” he growls.
Seeing him go all berserker rage, protective beast on me like this is the sexiest thing that I’ve ever seen. My heart is pumping and it’s not from the two blue warriors approaching.
Quindo and Sanser take a step back in hesitation when they see Turic’s flexed muscles and the snarled lip on his furious face.
“Rashut, Wentik, Vecton,” Loupin calls out, waving three more big guys over. They all obey without question and it makes me wonder what role this blueberry’s asshole really plays in the village. They seem to all worship him. Well, except for Turic. He seems to only worship me.
All five of the Drandroka leap forward at once. Turic crashes into four of them, but the one with the nasty scar on his chest grabs my wrist.
He spins me around and pulls me away from Turic who is thrashing under the Drandroka like a beast.
There’s a gasp and a lot of pointing blue fingers.
When someone yells out “kaleem” and points to my tattoo, all hell breaks loose.
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“Release her!” Turic screams as loud as an erupting volterno. “She is mine!”
There are hands all over Turic. Mighty hands. Drandroka hands. Turic slaps each one away as he fights for his mate. Avery’s beautiful pale face looks fearful and that awakens the angry beast within Turic.
He fights like a thousand garagulas and none can hold him down.
“Get your ratty little hands off of me!” my Avery shouts as Rashut and Wentik lift her in the air. Rashut, Wentik, Vecton. Any bastard Drandroka who dare to lay their fingers on my Avery will die.
Loupin stands before Turic and frowns. “She bears the Kaleem,” he says, placing his hand up to Turic. He wants Turic to settle the beast within but Turic cannot. He will not. Avery is under Turic’s protection and filthy Wentik has his hands all over her.
“Enough!” Loupin orders but Turic does not care. Turic would slay every Drandroka in the village to save his Avery. She comes from the heavens and she is magnificent.
Turic throws Quindo to the ground with a thud. He punches Sanser in the stomach with the power of a hundred bacalars.
But there are too many. Soon Turic is on his knees. Many hands hold him down. Strong rope from the enger tree tightens around his vigorous feet. Around his mighty wrists.
Water leaks from Avery’s eyes as they carry her away. My Avery. My mate.
They think my Avery is the Saku. The chosen one.
She is Turic’s Saku. Turic’s chosen one.
But not the Saku from the prophecy. She is not the chosen one to kill all of the beasts of Zandipor. She is better. She is more special than a whole village of Sakus. For she is mine.
And they take her away.
Turic explodes to his feet with a thunderous roar but the Drandroka are strong and there are too many.
“She is mine,” Turic growls. “Mine to breed. Mine to keep. And Turic will slay any Drandroka who stand between us.”
Loupin nods and a force hits the back of Turic’s head with the power of a hundred bacalars. Turic feels his soum breaking as he watches them take his sweet Avery. The bacalar hits again and the mighty Turic tries hard to stay awake for his Avery, for his beautiful mate, but his eyes are too heavy and the blackness takes over.
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