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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Actually, that wasn’t entirely true. I still felt strange. My skin prickled on and off. I figured it must have something to do with me using the essence earlier to restore the river.

I picked up the glass of water, drinking what was left—

I gasped, nearly dropping the glass as Ash appeared behind me in the mirror. He wordlessly reached around me, plucked the glass from my grasp, and placed it on the vanity. “Did you just shadowstep from the bed to the bathing chamber?”

“Maybe,” he said, burying his face in the crook of my neck as he folded an arm around my waist and pulled me against his chest. His right hand rested on my belly, just above my navel. Even in the dim light of the bathing chamber, the contrast between my paler skin and his rich tones was stark. “I grew impatient.”

He’d also grown hard.

My skin flushed at the feel of his thick length against my back. “I wasn’t gone that long.”

“We will have to disagree on that,” he said, and I saw his hand sliding down in the reflection. I widened my stance, giving that wandering hand of his permission.

My heart thudded as I watched his other hand curl around my right breast. My already pebbled nipples hardened as he drew his finger across the peak. The breath I took caught as his lips coasted up the side of my neck, drawing forth blade-sharp anticipation of feeling his fangs against my skin and…an emotion I refused to focus on.

I bit my lip as he rolled the nipple between his forefinger and thumb. A tremor went through me. “Should we return to the bedchamber?”

“I’m too impatient to do so.” He nipped at my ear as his hand delved between my thighs. One long, cool finger slipped inside, drawing a ragged moan from me. “And you know what you are?”

I watched the tendons of his hand flex as his finger—fingers—moved inside me. “What?”

“You’re just as slick and wet as I tasted earlier.”

Oh, gods.

A shudder of heat and desire went through me as my hips twitched against his hand. His fang scraped my earlobe once more as he withdrew his hand from my thighs and dragged his palm up my stomach, leaving a glistening trail in its wake.

“So very wet,” he purred.

My skin was burning, but it had little to do with how blatant my arousal was. His fingers dragged over my left breast as his lips brushed my temple—

Something cool and soft slipped over my calf, causing my body to jerk. I started to look down, but Ash folded his hand over the front of my throat. He tipped my head back, and I caught a brief glimpse of the silvery orbs of his eyes before he claimed my mouth with his.

The kiss was fierce, parting my lips with one sweep of his tongue as that cool, swirling mass of energy reached my knee. My pulse pounded as his tongue swept over my fangs. The rich, smoky taste of his blood hit my tongue as cool air kissed the area between my thighs. A shudder racked me as I felt another tendril curl itself around my upper leg, lifting it and spreading me open. Ash chuckled against my lips and then deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting just as the essence did the same. I cried out, my back arching as his Primal essence filled me. His mouth left mine, but his hand stayed at my throat as my gaze flicked back to the mirror.

I was transfixed by what I saw, unable to look away as the thick, shadowy tendril wrapped around my right leg moved deep inside me.

“You’re even wetter now.” Ash’s rough voice vibrated through the bathing chamber as he, too, was fixated on our reflection. “Even more soft and hot.”

Gods, he was…

Ash was wicked.

I trembled as I felt crackling air spin itself along my right leg, the buzz of energy teasing and humming as it climbed. My breath stuttered as I felt his essence beneath my rear, lifting me until neither foot touched the floor.

“That’s my pretty, wet pussy,” he whispered in my ear. I moaned as the hold around my waist tightened. “I need to feel it on my cock.”

“Yes, please.”

His laugh was short and rough. The essence retreated, but before I could mourn its loss, Ash’s cock was buried deep inside me.

“Oh, gods,” I cried out, feeling all my tiny muscles clench around him.

Ash wasn’t in the mood for sweet, tender lovemaking. Obviously. He fucked, and with the way he and his essence held me, how the pulsating strands of eather moved me back against him as he thrust into me, he had complete control. And that heightened my lust to the point where it was almost painful.

“You’re so beautiful,” he rasped. “So perfect.”

My head fell back against his chest as he rocked against me—


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