Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
With a sigh, I roll to my back. My dick sticks up like a flagpole, tenting the sheet. Yeah, yeah. I’m hot for this chick, I get it. Enough already. I will my cock to go down.
A choking sound makes my eyes fly open. Jordy jerks against me, her little fingers digging into my raw chest. It hurts, but I don’t fucking care.
Something’s wrong. She’s upset. Her face is screwed up tight, her mouth open like she’s trying to scream.
“Kit.” I thumb her cheek and she convulses so hard she nearly hits my chin. What the fuck?
“Kit. Come on, wake up. Jordy. Jordy!”
Jordy
Someone’s calling my name. I follow the voice down the dark tunnel, stumbling towards the light.
“Jordy!”
My eyes fly open and I heave in a breath like I’ve been underwater.
“Fucking fates, Kit, what was that?”
“I had a dream,” I whimper, and flinch as he cuts on the light. “A bad one.”
“It’d have to be bad. You were thrashing and crying out.” He cups my chin, examines my face. “Here.” He reaches over and grabs the glass of water by the bedside table and hands it to me. “You wanna tell me what it’s about?”
“No,” I say honestly. I don’t want to relive it. I don’t want to talk about that night. I don’t want to remember it. Ever.
He waits, expectant. I’m grateful for the reprieve, a chance to get my heartbeat back to normal.
I open my mouth. I could tell him. I’ve already spilled so much. But this would be the final betrayal. Augustine took me to the one-eyed vampire and they—
No. I can’t.
Grizz frowns at me, his forehead puckered as if he’s trying to read my thoughts. I lick my lips. He could order me to tell him.
But he doesn’t. “Okay, Kit,” he says, and switches the light back off. He’s given me a choice.
“Come here.” He tugs me down next to him.
I shrink away from his beat up chest. “No. I’ll hurt you.”
His chuckle fills my ears, a dark, velvety sound. “You could never hurt me. You’re too little.”
“I am not that small,” I protest, but he just tugs me down.
“You are small,” he settles me against him. “But perfect.” His scarred lips caress my ear.
“I don’t know if I can go back to sleep,” I inform him, a bit breathlessly.
A pause. “You want me to help?”
Another choice. I revel in it. “Yes,” I decide. Even if it’s just an order, I want it. I chose.
But he doesn’t give me an order. Instead, he shifts me in his arms so I’m lying fully against him, my hips cradled in his. My head doesn’t quite reach his chin, but he must bow his head because his breath stirs my hair.
“Now, what should I do to help you sleep?” His hand begins to drift upwards, creeping up my leg, taking the big shirt with it.
“Whatever you want,” I whisper. Because it’s true. My body lies against him, soft and compliant. My mind might still fight it, but he owns my body. My fox is ready for him to stake his claim.
“What do you want, little fox?” I love the deep rumble of his voice against my ear.
I fold one leg up, knee toward the ceiling to give him access.
He growls his approval and shoves down the covers. Heat flares everywhere—across my skin, between my legs. It’s a different kind of heat than I’m used to. Submission always turns me on, but this is like arousal times twelve. My pussy turns molten, heart rate ramping. I’m itchy and feverish and he hasn’t even touched me intimately yet. Knowing he’s going to claim me—possibly roughly—thrills not just the submissive in me but also my fox. That’s what’s different. What makes it feel so right.
He crawls down and grips the thigh I have lifted. “You inviting me down here, Kit?”
I jerk at the first flick of his tongue. Fates, it’s like a bolt of lightning shooting straight through my clit and out to every nerve ending in my body. My nipples turn hard as diamonds, nails sink into his empty pillow beside me.
He traces the inside of my labia, circles my clit. I squirm, pushing my knee against his head involuntarily. “Uh uh, Kit. You stay open for me while I lick this sweet pussy of yours.”
I shiver, my pussy contracting at the order. No one’s ever licked me there. Augustine tortured my clit plenty of times, sure. He spanked it, pinched it, put clips on it. But he never put his own mouth on me. I’ve never felt the velvety smoothness of a tongue on my most sensitive bits before.
I don’t mean to—it’s not slave-like at all—but I reach down and grip his hair, tugging him into me again.
He chuckles. “That’s right, little fox. Take your pleasure.”
Take my pleasure.
What a wicked, terrible thought. But he told me to. It was an order, right?