Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 122030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 610(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 407(@300wpm)
Never mind. I do know. He looks at me like my voice just brightened his day. His eyes are locked on mine and he’s smiling. Even though his chest is making noises that are just not right, he’s smiling at me.
He reaches out and pushes a piece of hair away from my eyes. “I’m fine, OK? It’s fine. I’m just gonna sleep a little. You don’t have to stay. I’ll come by your place later. I bet it’s a whole lot nicer than this dump.”
He’s still smiling. Trying to hold down a cough.
He doesn’t know.
He doesn’t know who I am.
If he was hunting me, he wouldn’t just… let me get away.
So he’s not the problem here. He’s been tricked, like me. So if I walk out, something bad is going to happen to him.
Something bad as in… He’s dying, Syrsee.
“Syrsee?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m fine. Really.”
I push him back and he doesn’t fight me. He lies down on the bed and immediately his eyes start closing. “You’re not fine, Ryet. But I’m gonna stay with you until you are.”
I think one corner of his mouth might lift up in response. But I might just be imagining it. Because he’s out.
“Ryet?” I shake him a little. “Can you hear me?”
He doesn’t move.
Shit. I get up and pace the room. Then I realize I don’t have my boots on, so I slip my feet inside them because this carpet has ‘no’ written all over it.
What do I do?
I walk over to the window and pull the curtain back. It’s a gray morning. Typical for this far north in January. The roads are clear and wet and a truck passes by as I stand there, conflicted.
He’s definitely got a fever. My words from earlier in the morning come back to me. You’re like a little furnace.
He was already on fire before he went out to get food. But was he that warm when we met?
I don’t recall noticing. And he was touching me.
God, was he ever.
The sex we had last night. It was… incredible.
Even the first time, which was sexy as hell. The way he carried me to the bed and pulled my pants down like that. I chew on my lip, getting a little turned on just thinking about it.
After I came the first time, he went back to eating me out, watching me watch him as he did this. At first, he was holding my legs open, but then his hands reached up, sliding under my shirt and up my belly until he was grabbing both breasts.
I lost track of time after that. I think I came… four, maybe five times just while he was licking me.
But that was just the beginning. It was one after another. He flipped me over and fucked me from behind. He ripped my jeans down my legs and threw them across the room.
But then he repositioned me so I was sitting on the bed. And he kneeled down and put my boots back on.
That might be the cutest thing a man has ever done for me.
He put my boots on so I didn’t have to step on that gross carpet because the next time he fucked me, I was pressed up against the wall.
He went slow this time. Our eyes locked together. Me watching him watch me. He took one hand and carefully, and deliberately, raised it above my head. “Don’t move.”
It was a command.
I had absolutely no intention of moving.
Then he did the same thing with the other hand. Slowly. Carefully. Until he had both my wrists clutched in his one-handed grip.
Then he teased me with the other one. He kept telling me to look at him.
“Look at me, Syrsee. Don’t look away.”
I did not look away. But there were a few times when I couldn’t keep my eyes open. The feelings were just too intense. Not just the orgasms, either. The feelings.
The whole thing was pretty erotic.
I mean, I came… I suck in a breath and blow it out. A dozen times, at least. It was the most incredible night of my life.
By the time he put me to bed, we were deep into the night.
Then he woke up and went out into the cold, and wind, and snow to get me food, and he came back with an entire homecooked meal.
We already have so many things to reminisce about, I can’t walk out on him now.
“I’m gonna go get you some medicine, OK?” I say this out loud like he can hear me. But I don’t think he hears me.
This is very dumb. I understand this. But this guy and me, we’ve got a connection. Hell, we had a connection before the vampire told me he was my hunter in the dream. And the vampire is just lying. That would be typical of a vampire, right? But even if Ryet is my hunter, that’s an even bigger connection. Especially considering the fact that he doesn’t know who I am.