Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Just hold each other—if you want to,” Slade rose smoothly to his feet and began to undress. “Or just sleep, if you don’t.”
I shifted on the bed uncomfortably as I watched him strip. What had happened to him “wanting me under him” every night? Was he really giving up on bringing me pleasure so easily? Was he punishing me because I wouldn’t let him be dirty and lick my cunny?
I had no answers, I only knew I felt unfulfilled and restless. I squeezed my thighs together. How was I ever supposed to get to sleep when I still felt so needy?
I had no idea.
16
SLADE
I let her stew while I stripped off my clothes. I knew she was unsatisfied—she needed to come. And that desire would only get stronger.
That was because we were Fated Mates, which was drawing us closer together whether she realized it or not. And because while males get The Thirst, women who are the Fated Mate of a Brutal male get what we call “The Need.”
The Need is different from The Thirst because it can take many forms. The Thirst gives a male a deep, almost painful desire to taste his female’s juices and bring her pleasure with his mouth and tongue. But the Need can manifest in a woman in a lot of different ways.
She might get intensely cold and need skin-to-skin contact with her Fated Mate. Or her breasts might fill with thick, sticky, nectar that has to be sucked out. Her pussy might start getting really wet—making more honey that it ever has before. A woman with the Need might also find her clit getting painfully sensitive—a condition that could only be soothed by her Fated Mate’s tongue. Or she might feel an intense emptiness inside and a need to have her pussy filled.
She might even develop a thirst for male seed—though that symptom is rare. But mostly, the Need causes an unfulfilled woman to need to come—to orgasm. And not just once—over and over again. But her own touch doesn’t help her—she needs her Fated Mate to make her come. Which is where The Thirst comes in—the two compliment each other nicely. When the woman in question is willing to let her male drink from her, that is.
A woman in Need might display only one of the possible symptoms—or she might develop all of them or some new ones that no one else had ever had. But all the symptoms had one thing in common—the only cure for them was physical and sexual contact with her Fated Mate. So all I had to do was wait for Aurora to begin manifesting one or more of the signs and then give her what she needed so desperately.
She was stubborn—I knew that. But the longer she was in Need, the closer it would bring her to me. As my Fated Mate, she would come to crave my touch the way I craved hers. But I couldn’t rush the process. I could only wait patiently until The Need overcame the fucking ridiculous beliefs she’d been raised with and brought her to me.
The Thirst tore at me but I pushed it away. I wasn’t going to rush her, I told myself. A night of breathing my Fated Mate pheromones and being close to me would bring her to me and The Need would do the rest. She’d be parting her thighs for my tongue before she knew it.
I was fucking sure of it.
17
AURORA
I watched as Slade unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off, revealing a broad, muscular chest. He threw the shirt in a nearby hamper and unfastened his trousers, revealing a flat belly and washboard abs. There was a tiny trail of fine black hair that led from his belly button down to the waistband of his undershorts. I wished I could touch it…then told myself to stop thinking that way.
I knew I ought to avert my eyes but I had always secretly wanted to see a man undressed and Slade didn’t seem to mind me watching him. So I didn’t look away when he pushed his shorts and trousers down, revealing his shaft.
I stared in disbelief at what he had been hiding. Pansy had been right, I thought—the Brutes really were huge below the belt!
Slade’s shaft was long and thick with a knot at its base as big as my fist. There was a broad, flaring crown at the other end with a tiny slit in it. I wondered if that was where his seed came out when he was breeding a woman and then blushed at the mental image the thought caused. But as embarrassed as I was, I still couldn’t stop staring.
“Like what you see, Princess?”
His low, rumbling voice broke me out of my trance and I looked away quickly, my cheeks burning.
“Hey, it’s all right. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.” He took a step closer, his long shaft shifting against his thigh with the movement.