Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
The last thing I expect to feel is Thorin’s mouth on me.
He’s lying on his back as he kisses his way up my inner thigh. It forces him to lift his head and then his shoulders off the bed by the time he reaches the crease between my upper thigh and lower lips.
“Thorin?”
I feel him biting into my thigh when I squirm. “Hold still, songbird. I’m going to eat this gorgeous cunt.”
Thorin kisses my thigh one last time, but his intent still doesn’t sink in until I feel his tongue flick my clit. I jump in surprise, arching away from his mouth, and Thorin slaps my ass in reprimand. “Do that again, and I’ll tie you down.”
I moan miserably, but I do not move again while Thorin tortures me with his mouth and tongue. I’m not sure I can ever get used to the sensation, but before long, I stop running from it.
Thorin rests his head on the bed again and drags me down with him by my hips until I’m sitting on his face. I panic a little at the idea of smothering him, and Thorin seems to read my mind, tightening his hold to keep me where I am.
“Jesus, Thorin.”
I have no choice but to hold on to the headboard while he works his tongue through my pussy without mercy. Each time I’m close to coming, Thorin shifts his attention away from my clit, and the edging starts all over again.
Suddenly, the room is too warm, too stifling.
Eyes barely open, I move my hands to Thorin’s flannel and quickly slip the buttons free until the panels part, and I can breathe again. The shirt slips from my shoulders and catches on my elbows, exposing me even more for Thorin’s gaze as he watches me from below.
My nipples are hard against my palms as I cup my breasts and ride his face. When I come, it is with a splintered and delirious cry.
Thorin doesn’t give me time to recover.
He dumps me onto my back unceremoniously, shoves down his pajama pants just enough to free his swollen cock, and makes quick work fucking me into the mattress.
My heels dig into the muscled globes of his ass while he gives it to me with short, brutal strokes that make me scream and come again before he spills inside of me.
When Thorin doesn’t immediately roll away but instead stays inside of me until his cock is flaccid, my suspicions are raised.
“I know…what you’re doing,” I accuse through attempts to catch my breath. He’s lying next to me now, doing the same. “You’re trying…to get me…pregnant.”
“Congratulations, Aurelia. You’re the last to know.”
I narrow my gaze at his nonchalance. “It won’t work.” Thorin lifts his head to peer down at me with a curious look, but instead of telling him I know why he’s trying to breed me, I say, “I’m on birth control.”
“Oh, yeah? How long has it been since you’ve taken the pill?”
“Who says it’s the pill I’m taking?”
He gives me an eerie look that tells me to cut the bullshit. It sends a chill down my spine that he once again knows more about me than he should.
“Well, I still won’t allow it,” I declare impetuously. “Consider my body a hostile environment, asshole. No sperm shall pass.”
“Good. I think my sperm likes a challenge.”
I punch the bed and glare at him. “Why are you all of a sudden impossible to piss off?” I yell.
Thorin laughs, then pulls me down to lie on his chest with a quick kiss on my forehead. “Blame yourself for making me this fucking happy, wolf.”
My lips part, but no words come out.
He’s happy? Why? Does he know something I don’t?
I’m too afraid to know the answer, so I don’t ask him, and we don’t speak again for several moments.
I’m actually close to falling asleep when I mumble against his chest, “Can I ask you something?”
“I know what you’re going to ask, and no, you don’t snore…you do talk in your sleep, though.”
I sit up with a gasp, and my hands brace against his hard chest. “I do not.”
He grunts in disagreement but does not say more.
Rolling my eyes, I lay back down, and Thorin makes sure I’m curled back onto his chest. “That was not what I wanted to ask, you jerk.”
“Ask your question, Aurelia.”
“Actually, it’s about that. What you call me. Sometimes, it’s wolf, and sometimes, it’s songbird. Why?” It’s unusual to have more than one pet name for a person, isn’t it?
“First, tell me why you think, and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”
I roll my eyes, but then my mind sifts through all the times he called me wolf and songbird.
The former always seems to be when I’m being combative, protective, strong-willed, or even playful. He calls me songbird when I’ve either pleased, tamed, or surprised him. And he seems to reserve my name, Aurelia, for whenever I’ve exasperated or annoyed him.