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)
He grunts. “Your chattering was keeping me awake.”
I just smile against his chest. He’s trying to sound stern and grumpy, but I know him better than that. He hovers over me, watching me as if I’m some fragile thing that’s going to break at any moment. I think my blood curse scares him and makes him think I’m more vulnerable than I am. As long as I get my daily medicine, I’m fine. But if he wants to fuss over me? I’ll let him.
My feet are still cold, so I draw my legs up and tuck them between his legs. I’m wearing a heavy dress for warmth, but despite all this, our knees bump. His legs fit together with mine strangely, and he shifts his weight, trying to get comfortable. Right. Time to spoon, then. I roll over, presenting him with my back, and then grab his arm and put it around my waist, tucking myself against him once more. “Better?”
He grunts again.
This time, when I move my feet back and tuck them between his legs, it’s far more comfortable for both of us. I’m half-curled but I like it, because he’s curled around my back, one of his heavy hips practically over mine. I don’t know if he’s aware that he’s pinning me to the mattress, but I like it. I like his weight over me, hugging me against him. The hand on my waist practically covers me from breast to groin, and I’m fascinated with how much larger his hand is than mine. His feet are enormous, too, now that I think about it.
I shift my weight, pressing my backside up against him.
Just as I suspected, there’s a hard wedge of cock there between his thighs, pressing up against my amply padded butt. The hand on my waist tightens, as if he wants to hold me in place. My senses are utterly, wildly alert. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to sleep now, with his thumb-claw practically brushing my breasts and his cock pushing against my buttocks. Perhaps a better woman than me could ignore this, but I’ve always been a bit of a mess.
I move my hips back and forth in a deliberate manner, just because I’m the worst.
I’d love for him to grab me tighter. To haul my skirts up and push my thighs apart and just claim me. To grind his cock against my backside until he comes. Heated, delicious fantasies fill my head and I know some of it is the late hour and some of it is my enforced celibacy, but right now? All I can think about is how good it would feel if he drove me down into the mattress and used me.
“Are you warm now?” Nemeth asks.
I burrow back a little further, just because I’m clearly the only one feeling aroused at the moment. “This is so much better. How is it you weren’t freezing?”
“I’m not a puny human.”
He is most definitely not. I put my hand over his on my belly, fascinated by the large size of it once more. “Why is it that your hand is so much larger than a human hand?”
“Why are yours so small?” he counters. “Go to sleep.”
“Are they big because you have wings and it’s for gripping? I noticed your feet were big, too.”
He sighs, and his breath brushes over my hair, teasing it. “I do not know. We are two different peoples, thus we are made differently. Are you going to ask why my knees bend in the opposite direction of yours? Have I asked you about your tail?”
“Tail?” I hiss. “I don’t have a tail. Do you have a tail?” Is he hiding it under that kilt?
“Go to sleep, Candra.”
As if I can sleep now. I wriggle backwards against him, hoping that he’ll react. Just a small groan. A hitch of breath. Something that tells me he’s noticing how blatantly I’m pressing my backside against him. There’s no response, though, and I fight back disappointment. He’s not interested, I realize.
But if he’s not interested, why does he jerk off to thoughts of me?
The man is a perplexing mystery, but I’m not going to give up. Not now that I’m warm and wide awake. “Are you tired?” I whisper. “Because now I’m not tired.”
“Candra.” There’s a hint of amusement in his voice. “You are impossible sometimes.”
Am I? I’m clearly not the impossible one. His big hand is a breath away from landing between my thighs, his cock is pressing up against my backside, and I’m the one being unreasonable? I want to laugh at the irony of it. “Want to play our game? We can skip the dares and just tell each other secrets. It’s too cold to get out of bed anyhow.” I blow a breath out and watch it fog in the air.