"Devilish Dot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Black Jaid)

Ice-capped mountains with razor-sharp tips surrounded her on all sides. It was cold here, so terribly, hypothermia-inducing frigid. Her current location seemed to be in a semi-forested valley of sorts between two of the mountains. Translucent silver trees?? And the red illumination—
Dot gasped as she looked up. Her doe-brown eyes rounded to the shape of the four crimson moons she was gaping up at. Four moons. Four RED moons!
Blinking out of the trance-like state that had engulfed her, she held a palm to her forehead and whimpered. Either she was in a coma in some intensive care unit having one hell of a delusional dream or that last orgasm Dirk had given her had blown her mind—literally.
“Wake up, Dot,” she whispered, her unblinking eyes staring up at the four crimson moons. “This isn’t happening.”
A lightning-fast movement caught her attention from out of her peripheral vision. Frightened, her heart skipped a beat as her head whiplashed to the right to see what that movement had been caused by. She sucked in a breath.
A man. A naked man. A naked man with…with…pearly white skin, black eyes, and a—holy shit! He/It had a tail!
Dirk—arrg! What have you done to me?
And then there was another. And another. And another. And another.
Dot’s heart slammed in her chest as five of these…these—things—had her small, gray sedan surrounded. All five looked hungry, practically drooling as they took in the sight of her. They wanted to eat her, she hysterically thought. They were gazing at her like sushi.
“Oh my God!”
Screaming, Dot floored the gas pedal in an effort to outrace the creatures. Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead and between her breasts as she frantically drove to anywhere.
Faster! Faster!
She drove aimlessly forward, not caring where the path led to so long as it didn’t lead to any more of those things. But the men-beasts were bone-chillingly fast. Taking to all fours, they followed her. And—oh God!—caught up with her. Eighty miles an hour and they had caught up to her!
Dot’s throat issued a final blood-curdling shriek for help as the creatures attacked the car, one jumping onto the hood and hissing while another pulled off the driver’s side door to the sedan on a hungry growl.
Help me! Oh God—somebody help me!

Chapter Three
 
It didn’t take the creatures long to overpower her. The car veered and swerved, Dot’s mind too hysterical to scream, too frightened to do anything but try and regain control of the sedan.
This isn’t happening! What are these things?
Men with tails. Black, fathomless eyes, white skin, hugely aroused dicks, and…tails! Out of all the horror and incredulity of the situation, it was the tails that she couldn’t seem to work past. They looked like something out of an extremely weird (but highly creative) writer’s imagination.
The creature that had managed to pull the driver’s side door clean off the hinges was the biggest of the bunch. Huge, in fact. He had to stand in the vicinity of six and a half to seven feet tall. And sweet lord did he look hungry. Oh God! She didn’t even want to contemplate what would happen to her if the beast-man managed to get her out of the sedan. Sushi-city.
Not even ten seconds later, nightmare became reality when, on a growl, the leader of the pack of creatures snatched Dot straight out of the car and into his awaiting arms. Screaming, she paled to a shade of white that could almost rival that of the beast-man’s coloring.
“Let me go!” she cried, tears welling in her eyes as she beat her comparatively tiny fists against his naked chest. Blood pounded in her ears. Her heart was racing so fast she felt close to hyperventilating. “OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmy—”
Dot let out a yelp as the creature let her drop to the ground and onto her butt. She quickly shuffled up to her knees, her eyes round, her long, light brown hair tangled and disheveled.
“Please,” she whimpered, her teeth chattering. “Don’t kill me.” She was freezing cold, but the adrenaline kept her insides warm. From somewhere deep down inside she found the courage to look up, to meet the leader of this pack of things in the eye. He didn’t seem to comprehend what she was saying—or care to understand it. His pupil-less black gaze made it impossible to determine that; it was the strange way he’d cocked his head that had made her realize he couldn’t understand a word she’d said. And yet again, against all hope, she softly begged, “Please…”
Within the blink of an eye, all five of the creatures were on her, forcing her to her feet and tearing at her clothes. She tried to run, but again they pounced, easily catching her and eagerly ripping her pink suit and undergarments from her body until she was totally naked. The beast-men dragged her—kicking, naked, and screaming—from out of the icy valley and into a nearby cave.
“Help meeeeeee!” she wailed. “Please somebody help meeeeeeee!”
Fear the likes of which Dot had never before known engulfed her. Either these things wanted to rape her or they’d shredded her clothes to bits because it made devouring her flesh easier. Each scenario—or worse both scenarios—were equally distressing.
Her heartbeat raced so fast that dizziness consumed her. Perspiration once again broke out on her forehead and between her breasts. Ice-cold terror lanced through her as the five male creatures forced her to the ground and pinned her to it.
Earlier in the evening, Dot had succumbed to fainting because she’d experienced what she assumed was a temporary concussion. This time she thankfully, mercifully, fainted out of fear. Her last memory before unconsciousness took over was of her legs being harshly spread apart…and of a male head diving between her legs. Of all the places to dine on her flesh—
Just let me pass out! Oh thank you, God, for letting me faint…
* * * * *
Vaidd Zyon heard his Bloodmate’s screams echo throughout the mountains. Anger and possessiveness, mingled with terror at the thought of losing his vorah before he’d even found her, made his already swift wings swoop up and down all the faster. A merciless growl rumbled up from his throat, his fangs and talons visible and ready to kill.
He could not lose her—would not lose her. Without her…
He chose not to contemplate it. There was, for any evolved male of learned dimensions, but one. Only one female who could complete him, who could bare his offspring, whose mind and soul could meld with his.
‘Twas said the warriors of Trek Mi Q’an knew naught but darkness and hopelessness without the finding of their mate. Verily, a Khan-Gori male knew seven lifetimes whereas a warrior knew but one—’twas naught worse than seven lifetimes spent in darkness and defeat.
His Bloodmate was still several hundred miles off. It could take a few hours to reach her. Mayhap she’d encountered a sentinel and found herself at its mercy. Mayhap—
Vaidd frowned when his acute senses picked up the scent of the males causing his vorah to screech. Verily, he couldn’t fathom her fright. ‘Twas but a pack of harmless, hungry male yenni! Why fear weak creatures such as those? It made no sense.
Unless…
Vaidd’s heart all but stopped for a moment when he realized his Bloodmate was not of this galaxy, not even of this dimension. He’d been so intoxicated with need and aroused by her scent that it never once occurred to him ‘twas the scent of a female primitive bewitching him. This explained his Bloodmate’s fear of the yenni. She harbored no knowledge of what they were or of how they fed.
His already aroused cock swelled impossibly harder, longer, and thicker. He had heard tales of what ‘twas like to bed a primitive. Verily, a male he knew from another pack had claimed one as his Bloodmate. So heady were the tales that before Vaidd had gone into the sleep of the dead, he’d been told by members of his own pack that they were planning a scouting party to primitive, first-dimension earth to look for their vorahs.
‘Twas said a primitive female could nigh unto suck a Barbarian blind—and ruthlessly fuck him in the bed furs. ‘Twas also said that, unlike females of this dimension, primitives were harder to tame.
Vaidd absently licked his fangs as he considered the reality that was his. Five hundred and one Yessat Years he’d spent without his one. But the gods and goddesses had smiled down upon him whilst he was in gorak.
A primitive. A female primitive.
And she was his.
* * * * *
Dot gasped, semi-regaining consciousness on a hard orgasm.
“Dirk?” she whimpered, groggy eyelids fluttering open as her breathing grew labored. She moaned as her large nipples hardened, the areolas jutting up into stiff, pink points.
No—not Dirk. Freddy-The-Fish. Yes. Yes, of course.