Born of Blood and Ash (Flesh and Fire #4) Read Online Jennifer L. Armentrout

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Flesh and Fire Series by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Total pages in book: 362
Estimated words: 347293 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1736(@200wpm)___ 1389(@250wpm)___ 1158(@300wpm)
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“No,” I whispered, anxiety swirling.

His eyes flashed pure silver for an instant. “Say it like you mean it, Sera.”

“I do…” I stopped and took a deep breath. Ash was right. He wouldn’t allow it. Neither would I. None of that meant I would suddenly cease worrying about something possibly happening to Ash—that wasn’t in my personality. But determination was. Resolve poured in, crowding out the fear as eather hummed through me, turning the corners of my vision white. “No.”

“That’s my wife.” He kissed me and then drew back, his gaze lowering. “This is such a pretty slip of lace. Did Erlina make you many of these?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the subject change. “I think so.”

“Good.” With a quick jerk of his hands, he tore the undergarment in half.

“Ash,” I gasped.

“I’ll make sure to pay her double if you find yourself in need of more.” Grasping my hips, he lifted me with shocking ease and placed me so my ass was on the edge of his desk. He cupped my nape and guided me so my hips were angled upward. “Liessa?” His lips made their way to my ear. “I want to fuck you.”

Oh, gods.

“I have wanted to fuck you from the moment you shadowstepped into Vathi.” His cool breath against the skin beneath my ear sent a taut, enticing shiver coursing through me. “And I definitely wanted to fuck you when you took out the kynakos. You were so powerful. So beautiful. Fucking glorious,” he said. “But I need to taste you first.”

A full-body shudder took me. I watched him draw back, and my chest tightened, but for the most delicious reasons.

“And speaking of things I’ve wanted to do…” He dropped to his knees before me. Seeing him like that always left me breathless. “When you sought to distract me as I wrote names in the Book of the Dead?” he said, tugging off my boots and then my leggings. “I wanted to toss that gown up and get between your thighs.”

I was going to melt. Right here. “I wouldn’t have stopped you.”

“You should have.” Spreading my thighs, he looked up at me. A lock of chestnut hair fell forward, softening the brutal hardness of his jaw. “I wasn’t as deserving of you then.”

Before I could protest, he was on me. His mouth. His tongue. His fangs. He licked and sucked, drawing my hips off the desk, and when his tongue dipped, the most needful sound rumbled from deep within him.

Ash was…insatiable.

He tasted me—no, he feasted—and all I could do was hold on to the edge of the desk and try to keep my precarious balance. Tension coiled tight with each plunge of his tongue, drawing me closer and closer to the edge of release. I shook with need, caught on an almost painful precipice as he lifted his head.

“Sunshine,” he murmured, his lips glossy as he kissed my inner thigh.

He rose with the quick grace of a wolf hunting its prey, and as he shoved his pants down, I wanted nothing more than to be devoured.

“Ash?”

His hand halted, and his eyes flashed to mine. “Liessa?”

“Are you going to fuck me now?”

Shadows appeared beneath his flesh, swirling as madly as the eather in his eyes. “Nothing will stop me.”

Pure want made me a little dizzy. “Prove it.”

An inhuman growl came from him—a sound no mortal could make. Probably not even most gods. It should scare me. But it only excited me as he freed his thick, rigid length. A small bead of liquid glistened at the tip.

Then his hips were between my thighs, spreading them. Deep, sharp pleasure twisted inside me as I felt the cool pressure of his cock. Sliding an arm around my back, he clasped my hip with his other hand. A stuttered heartbeat later, the way he held me kept me from sliding backward under the force of the deep, hard thrust. I cried out, shaking as my body opened for him.

There was no space between our bodies. Seated fully inside me, he didn’t move as I curled my legs around his hips. Even as his arm trembled, he held himself still for a moment. And then another.

“Ash?” I whispered against his lips, my pulse thumping erratically.

He lifted his head. Our eyes locked. There was a sudden wildness in his silvery gaze. My breath stalled a little.

I touched his chest, concerned. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” The eather brightened, whirling through his irises. His hand left my hip, and he caressed my cheek. “I just sometimes remember how close I came to losing you.”

My heart ached. “But you didn’t.”

“And I won’t.” He drew his thumb across my lower lip. “Not ever. That is the promise we’re making to each other.”

Ash began to move then, thrusting deeper into me, filling me up. His pace increased until it became a frenetic tempo I thought might tear me apart, given the pleasure.


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