Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
She rescued me and bonded us. Somehow, her magic broke through and did the impossible. She took on part of the curse, and together, we destroyed it.
Without her, I would never have survived.
I owe her my life—a debt I can never repay. But I intend to spend the rest of my days doing all I can to make her happy. To fulfill her every desire. To rule Medela as my father wanted me to, as I should have done from the start. I am reborn. Ulf has blessed me with a second chance. And I will make the most of it
I’m still not entirely convinced this isn’t just a fever dream, but I don’t care if it’s not real. I’ve never been so happy.
Rose, my mate, my Omega, is in my arms. This is where I want to be. Forever.
Rose
Bestian’s rich scent seeps into my consciousness, waking me from my deep sleep. One huge paw slides down to cup my ass, tugging me firmly up against him, letting me feel the impressive, rigid length of his cock. He lets out a growl and my body reacts instantly with a gush of liquid desire between my thighs.
There’s a gnawing, pulsing ache in my clit.
“Rose,” he growls, and when I part my lips to reply, his mouth comes down on mine, stealing my words—and my breath. His kiss is long and hungry. I slide a hand up his neck, feeling his pulse thump against my palm.
He’s alive. We’re alive. We made it.
He breaks away and gives me a satisfied smile. Over his shoulder, the five moons have risen. Lilac moonlight streams over us. We’re still in the ballroom, at the foot of the staircase. The whisps have cleared away all the vines and rebuilt the walls. The place feels twice as big. Rows of new onyx columns stand in rows along the sides of the room. Each one has a vine-like pattern snaking around it, gleaming a reddish purple.
Instead of a roof, the whisps have created an invisible barrier. Now there’s nothing between us and the vast night sky.
“Wow,” I breathe. “How is that even possible?”
Bestian opens his mouth and I touch a finger to his lips.
“Actually, never mind,” I say. “No need to explain.” Sometimes it’s nice to just relax and enjoy the magic.
My mate tilts his head, catching my finger between his lips. I gasp.
“Bestian—” I begin, but then he’s kissing me, his claws making short work of my clothing. His mouth never leaves mine as he slices the fabric off me. The perfumed night air whispers over my naked skin.
I’m burning up, my heart pounding in my chest. The ache between my thighs is exquisite.
Bestian growls, sending vibrations singing through my entire body. He tastes like bonfire smoke and marshmallows. If he doesn’t get inside me soon, I’ll die. I’m sure of it.
He lifts me into his lap and I go willingly. He rains kisses over me… across my jawline, along my neck, over the slope of my breast. Taking a taut nipple between his sharp teeth, he nips it, and the sharp zing of pain makes me gasp. I don’t know whether I’m relieved or disappointed when he forgoes my other nipple and continues on his way down… kissing my ribs, my belly, my hip bone.
His claw shreds the last of my clothing—silky Ulfarri bloomers. He tears the delicate fabric off me, tossing it aside.
The whisps created a soft bed of blankets and pillows beneath us at the base of the stairs. Bestian rears up and yanks off his cloak. He looms over me, and for a moment, my breath catches. He’s a massive, scary beast, imposing in the moonlight.
But then the bond between us flares to life, and I sense his lust. His love.
“Bestian.” I reach for him but he stops me with a command.
“Lie still.”
He’s in bossy mode. It’s on. We’re doing this.
I stretch out before him, letting him look his fill at my naked form. He rumbles his approval and braces himself over me.
“Beautiful,” he breathes. He moves down my body, nuzzling my breasts and stomach until my perfume bursts from my pores. The floral scent melds with his heady musk.
I part my legs without being asked, desperate for his tongue to find the place where I need it the most, but he teases me mercilessly, licking and nibbling down the inside of one thigh, then up the other side.
“Please,” I croak, my voice thick with lust. “Please.”
“Shhh,” he whispers, his fingertips closing around my nipples and pinching them savagely. My pussy flutters.
Falling silent, I wait, praying to a god I don’t believe in that he won’t torture me too much longer. After an interminable amount of time, he grips my ankles in his huge hands and spreads my legs wide to the point of pain before bending his head and licking me from pussy to clit in one broad, slow sweep.