Page 29 of The Blind Hordesman

“I’m in beast mode. Armor stays.”

Okay. “If you retract it, can it heal faster?”

“Unlikely. There are acid burns.” He moves my hair away from my neck and kisses it, his palm on my thigh moving up, stopping at my waist. “Baby, what the fuck are you wearing?”

“Overalls.”

He searches my front, finds a gap on the side, slides a hand in there, pushes the material down and unsnaps the right top overall button. “There we go. Take Cockster and hang on to him.” I take the poor thing and hold it as the hound starts jogging, and the Hordesman sneaks a hand under my sweater. He grabs a handful of my breast and weighs it. “Your heat is coming.”

“I know,” I tell him.

“We’ll stop and rest for it.”

“You’ll be a sitting duck for Father’s drones.”

“It is what it is.”

“Seer, I—”

He twirls my nipple and clicks his tongue. The hound jogs faster, making everything down there rub. I want to lean against the Hordesman’s hard body, but can’t. He continues playing with my nipple. Left one, right one. He molds my breasts, and they grow heavy, and I scent his pheromones even out here in the open.

“Tell me about the pack I’m gonna challenge.”

“They’re part of a defensive team for the town, meaning they’re the guys you’re gonna face as you try to breach the town. Most are about Otekin’s size but Holtayen is about Noslov’s size. That’s the pack Alpha.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“What did you mean?”

“How much time have you spent with them?”

“Father brought them twice. Our interactions were supervised.”

“Why hasn’t he bred you yet?”

I clear my throat. “I don’t know.”

He pinches my nipple, and I yelp.

“Lies. I sense them.”

“I don’t want to talk about this.”

“I do, so tell me.”

“You should worry about their size, armor color, position in the military unit, skill set, weapons, etc. Tactical things.”

“Kiki, I’m not sure what kind of Alphas you’ve been around, but you’ll find it difficult to dissuade me from what I’m after. Right now, I’m after answers. Why hasn’t he bred you yet?”

I tuck the fur closer.

Seer spreads a palm over my belly, taps his finger, and I swear my womb convulses. A cramp tightens my muscles, and I bend forward slightly, breathing through it. “Seer, don’t send me into heat.”

“Tell me what I want to know.”

If I tell him, he’ll dump me on the side of the road and never look back. I glance at the snow-covered wasteland. Alone, I could probably survive and make it to the town, but no help would come, because that’s where the Warlord is going next. If Father hadn’t blown up the house on his way out, the Warlord would have.

“Kiki, listen to me. When people are nervous, anxious, or whatever you want to call it, their bodies respond in certain ways, and I can read those ways. I can read them even with someone like Dreikx, who’s stoic and emotionally unavailable at best, and he doesn’t even sweat. Humans sweat. You’re sweating now.”

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