Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
It doesn’t take me long to come. Today he’s not coaxing a release from me. He’s demanding, and I’m eager to comply. I let out a choked cry as the climax tears through me, all of my muscles tensing and leaving me weak and whimpering in its aftermath. Nemeth lowers my hips back to the bed again, his hand skimming up my back. “My beautiful mate,” he murmurs. “I’m going to keep you safe. You can trust me.”
He fits himself at the entrance to my body, and I wriggle against him. Nemeth presses into me, and I gasp at the sensation of him filling me. It never gets old. There’s always that delicious stretch that comes with fitting my body to his, followed by the tease of his knot as he pumps into me. I hold on tightly to him as he pounds into me, hard and fast.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, yesyesyes.”
He fucks me hard and brutal, and just when I think I’m about to come, he hooks a hand behind my knee, his other moving to the base of my neck and cradling me against him. In the next moment, he presses his knot against my core, and I squirm. It never “fits.” It’s not meant to fit. It’s meant to push its way into me, to plug me so I don’t release his seed. It’s so he can breed me.
And I absolutely love it. I cry out at the sensation of him thrusting, his knot working at my entrance. He rocks into me, his movements shallow and full of pressure, and then with one last pump he’s inside me fully, and tears come to my eyes at the sharp sensation of his knot filling me beyond what I feel I can take. “Oh…oh gods…”
“You’ve got me,” he murmurs, running his hand over my leg. “You’re taking my knot so sweetly, aren’t you? Because you’re the perfect mate, my Candra. So giving. Such a good, gripping cunt. You hold me so tight.” He groans, his hips flexing as he presses into me one last time, and then he begins to come. “My mate.”
“Yours,” I breathe, feeling tight and clenched and over-stuffed and perfect all at once.
I don’t come at the same time he does. He already made me come once, and when my belly is full of his seed and he collapses over me, he flutters his wings as if they need to stretch. Nemeth makes a satisfied sound and then rolls his hips against mine, our bodies locked. They’ll remain locked for a while, and I know he especially loves this part.
I do, too, if I’m being honest with myself. It’s an exquisite kind of torture, to be so full of him, to have his weight bearing down on me. I’m pinned under him, his in every way, and when he strokes a hand down my hip and then between us, I whimper with anticipation. His thumb moves to my clit, grazing it with just the barest of sensations. “Squeeze me again, love. Milk my cock.”
Letting out a choked sound, I clench around him as another orgasm ripples through me.
“That’s right,” he rumbles, clearly pleased at my reaction. He continues to stroke circles around my clit, leaving me breathless and gasping for mercy, my nails digging into his arms as he makes me come, over and over, with lazy, indolent touches against my clit as I clasp his cock and his knot so tightly deep inside my body. “Squeeze my knot. Milk it for its seed. Take everything I have for you.”
When I’ve come over and over again, I wrap my arms around him, pressing my cheek against his arm. “Mercy,” I wheeze. “Mercy, Nemeth.”
He finally lifts his delicious, maddening finger from my pussy and licks it clean as he nuzzles at my hair. “My sweet mate.” His tone is full of wonder and adoration. “How can you ever doubt that I would do anything to protect you?”
I just hold him tighter, exhausted and sated, my sweaty legs clasped around him. “You’re not leaving without me. Don’t even try that shadow shit.”
Nemeth chuckles. “Shadow shit? What do you mean?”
I tweak his nipple, because he knows exactly what I mean. “That moving through the shadows thing that you do. Don’t think you’re going to leave me behind by just poofing away. If you do that, I swear I won’t take a single potion until you come back.” I rub my lips against his sweaty muscles, loving the taste of him. “Promise me you won’t try to be noble and leave me behind.”
“I promise.” He strokes my hair from my flushed face. “It doesn’t work that way, anyhow.”
“Exactly how does it work?” I tilt my head back and gaze up at him. “Can you move anywhere? Any length?” I clench around him in surprise, because if that’s the case, what’s stopping him from just flitting over to Castle Lios and getting my potion? Would the goddess even notice he was gone…?