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)
I can’t believe how wet I am.
To distract myself from the uncomfortable sensations in my most sensitive spot, I focus on the way his cock feels inside me, filling me completely with each measured, controlled thrust. Every time he goes in, something rubs hard against a place deep inside me and it feels so damn good, I want to weep with the intensity of it. It’s like the demon’s cock has a built-in G-spot stimulator, and I’m here for it.
Then there’s a new, searing burn where our bodies are joined. If I didn’t know better, I’d say his dick just got a whole lot thicker, stretching my pussy like a fist. Weirdly, the sharp ache goes straight to my clit, replacing the hyper-sensitivity with renewed pleasure. The demon tenses and rears up, breaking our kiss with a roar that makes my whole body shudder. Clutching me to him with his hands still on my ass-cheeks, he gives a couple mini thrusts, and roars again.
I can feel him jerking inside me, filling me up with each pulse, and it’s so raw and primal that I’m just about ready to come again. My pussy flutters around him and I groan at how good it feels.
Please don’t stop now, I beg silently. Please. Just give me a little more…
But the demon has stilled. For a long moment, he simply stands there, still inside me, my legs still wrapped around him. I shift, and my bare calf brushes against what can only be his tail, yanking me back to reality with a jolt. I cast around for something to say, and come up empty.
That doesn’t happen often.
With a grunt, the Demon King—I assume, since we still haven’t been formally introduced—grips my hips and yanks himself out of my throbbing pussy. The stab of pain makes me gasp.
“There, there, little Omega,” he says, his voice like cascading rocks, “the ache will fade soon.”
His tone has a soothing note. I blink, wondering if I heard right. Is he patronizing me? Or is he a closet Daddy-Dom? And what’s an Omega?
This isn’t what I expected from His Evilness. At least I’m not dead.
He smoothes my damp hair back from my face, careful not to slice me with his freaky black talons. Thank god he can retract them. His touch is gentle for a creature with a giant frame and black horns. Even his tail—long and thick and the same color as the rest of him—strokes my hip with the same tenderness he’s using to touch my face.
I whimper as he removes my legs from around his waist and returns my feet to the ground, steadying me with his hands and tail. There’s a rush of liquid between my thighs and I glance down to see his cum dripping out of me. It looks like there’s cupfuls of the lavender-tinted stuff, but that can’t be.
“I’m Renee,” I croak, my voice hoarse from thirst and lack of use. “Are you—”
“The Demon King,” he replies, extending a terrifying talon and slashing the vines off my wrists. As soon as I’m untied, I lose my balance and sway. The next moment, he scoops me up into his massive arms and cradles me against his chest. His skin is the color of plums, with pale bronze markings. I look up at him, trying to take in every detail.
Gleaming, thick black hair tumbles over his shoulders and frames an expansive, chiseled face crowned by two impressive, dual-pronged horns. Everything about him is wide, from his sleek, slanted eyebrows to his generous mouth. His neatly groomed goatee is twisted into three little braids, each adorned with bronze beads. Lifting my gaze higher, I take in his broad, slightly flat nose, and make myself meet his eyes.
The Demon King has the most incredible irises—glittering like multicolored gemstones—enhanced by thick, deep violet lashes I’m immediately envious of. But it’s the way he’s looking at me that makes my tummy twist and another slow thump of desire pulse between my legs. I always thought of myself as demisexual, unable to be sexually attracted to anyone without an emotional connection.
Guess I was wrong.
“Renee,” he murmurs, and his tone sends shivers of pleasure skittering down my spine. “A true Omega. My Omega. The jynx was telling the truth.”
Omega? Jynx? I have no idea what he’s talking about but I guess it’s time to set the record straight—before he gets me so riled up again I can’t resist him. “I’m not your… anything,” I begin, still taken aback by the way my words get jumbled into his language every time I speak. “I appreciate that I may have given you the wrong impression just now, and don’t get me wrong, it was good—incredible, in fact—but I need to be on my way now. You see, I’m from—”
“Enough,” he growls in a tone that makes every single coherent thought vanish from my head. “You are one of the lost Omegas, and I have found you. Ulf has seen fit to bring me this most wonderful gift. It would be an insult to him not to keep you.”