Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
What the fuck is happening to me?
“Omega,” he growls, and there’s another rush of desire between my legs. I arch my back as need rolls through me. Something wraps around my leg and cinches tight. “Mine.”
“I’m not—” I manage to squeak before his lips land on mine in a kiss that sears my soul. His tongue is in my mouth, possessing, demanding, and I’m drowning in the heady, smoked chocolate taste of him. His scent is overwhelming now, surrounding me like a tangible cloud. There’s a clenching in my lower belly like I haven’t felt since I was a teenager with my first boyfriend.
I should pull away, tell him to stop this immediately, give him a long lecture about consent…
I do none of those things. Instead, I arch up and kiss him back with all the hungry desire he’s invoking in me. Desperate to touch him, I curse the vines holding my wrists in place.
The yearning, liquid ache between my thighs is growing stronger by the second.
When I’m about to black out from lack of air, he pulls away just the slightest bit. His face is still too close for me to see properly.
I gulp in a breath, dazed and trembling, trying to make sense of my reaction to him.
The demon lets out a growl, but instead of fear, heat blooms in me. The muscles in my core tighten, and my lust ratchets up a thousand percent. “Omega,” he snarls again, and before I can ask him what the hell that means, he reaches out and shears my shorts and panties off my body with a single black talon.
Oh fuck. Oh fuckfuckfuck…
The vines around my ankles and waist are the next victims of his razor-sharp claws, leaving me dangling by my wrists, naked from my belly button down.
He hasn’t stopped growling. The sound vibrates through every fiber of my body, making me hum like a tuning fork.
My pussy is soaked, my arousal dribbling down the insides of my thighs. I may not know what I want, but my body is in no fucking doubt.
The demon once again slants his mouth over mine, kissing me in a way I’ve only ever read about, and it feels so good that I never want him to stop.
If this is a dream, it just got ridiculously good.
The tight grip around my calf eases. There’s a sharp clack like a flick-knife being opened, then his huge, hot hands are on my bare butt, cupping my cheeks, pulling me up and towards him. Since there’s no searing pain, he must have retracted his claws.
I part my thighs willingly, hooking my legs around his hips. All I can think about is satisfying the throbbing need in my clit. In fact, I would be begging him right about now if his lips weren’t still on mine, his tongue driving me damn near out of my mind.
The demon’s skin is smooth but tough and burning hot, like he’s possessed by fever. I thought I was boiling before, but that was nothing compared to now, in the presence of this monster who radiates heat like an Aga oven.
Something huge and blunt brushes against my sex, and for the first time since the demon first kissed me, a shard of panic slices through my lust. That can’t be his cock. It has to be his knee. It’s too big, it’s—
Impossible, I think in a daze as the tip slides between my slick pussy lips, stretching me to the point of burning. And yet even despite the sharp ache, the pulsing thump in my clit intensifies and I find myself wanting to take all of him.
I want this demon to fuck me.
As if he can read my mind, he lets out a roar and thrusts hard, driving my whole body back against the tree. With his hands still gripping my ass, protecting my bare skin from the bark, he holds me in place like a rag doll and proceeds to pound me with long, firm strokes.
I’m being split in half by a monster, my thighs are aching from being stretched around his bulky waist, the vine-bonds are chafing my wrists…
…and yet it’s the most thrilling, heady, intense experience of my life.
Still kissing me, he tilts his pelvis, changing the angle so my stiff, swollen clit is getting the friction I’m so desperate for. Not three strokes later, I’m coming, rolling waves of pleasure starting in my core and pulsing through my whole body. I want to scream, want to grab his shoulders, grip his arms, something—but since my hands are still tied and his mouth is still crushing mine, all I can do is surrender, riding out my orgasm until it at last begins to ebb.
Either the demon doesn’t notice or doesn’t care that I just climaxed; he just keeps on pounding me, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting back in, hard, his pelvis rhythmically crushing my now over-sensitive clit. Wriggling with the discomfort, I slant my head, trying to break the kiss. I want to tell him to change his angle but my protests are muffled by his lips and tongue as he steps up the pace, fucking me harder now.