Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“Uh-huh…” Grath liked the direction this was going. He shifted, feeling like his cock was going to wear a hole in his trousers it was so hard. “Tell me, baby—did you have a hot dream?” he asked.
“Yes,” Madeline confessed breathlessly. “I…actually I did.”
“And what was it about?” Grath wanted to know. “Tell me now—don’t hold back any details.”
“It was…it was kind of embarrassing.” She squirmed against him some more. Damn, that soft little ass of hers was driving him crazy.
“It was embarrassing, huh? Well, tell me anyway,” Grath demanded. “Come on, baby—was it about you and me?”
“Yes, it was,” Madeline admitted. “I was…I was lying on my back and you were, uh, kind of bending over me. And then you said…you said…” She cleared her throat, as though she was almost too embarrassed to continue.
“Go on, baby—what did I say?” Grath urged gently.
“You said you were going to, er, eat me for breakfast,” she said at last. “You told me to spread my legs…to spread them wide for you so you could…”
“Could what—don’t fucking stop now!” Grath exclaimed.
“So you could ‘lick me deep,’” Madeline finished, almost in a whisper. “I think I only had that dream because Sophie told me how Kindred males, er, like to go down on their females,” she added quickly.
“Commander Sylvan’s mate told you that, huh?” Grath asked. “Well, she was fucking right. There’s nothing better than spreading your female’s thighs open and lapping open her hot little pussy with your tongue. And there’s nothing I’d rather do to you, baby,” he added, murmuring directly in her ear. “Nothing I’d rather do than spread your sweet pussy lips open and lick that creamy little pussy and suck your hot little clit into my mouth and tease it with my tongue.”
“You…really?” she managed to get out, though she was nearly panting now. Grath could tell how turned on she was getting. She was wiggling and squirming all over the hard ridge of his cock and the scent of her feminine desire was strong in his nose, making him even hotter for her.
“Oh yeah, little girl—really,” he growled softly in her ear. “And after I teased that sweet little clit until you came for me—came all over my face—I’d slip my tongue deep inside your honey well to taste your sweet juices. I’d make you come and come for me—all night long—until you couldn’t fucking take it anymore!”
“Oh, Grath!” she exclaimed, nearly panting now. “You…you really shouldn’t talk like that to me! You shouldn’t tell me all these things!”
“Why not? I know you like them—know you like it when I talk dirty to you, baby,” he murmured. “I know it makes your pussy wet.”
“How could you possibly know that?” she demanded, half turning her head to look at him.
“Why because—you’re sweet scent has gotten so much stronger,” Grath told her. “It’s all I can smell—I’m fucking surprised none of the other people in here can smell it, even over all the scents of the different cookies baking.”
“Cookies baking! Oh, no!” Madeline gasped and suddenly jumped off his lap.
“What? What is it?” Grath rose to his feet, frowning. His cock was aching and it made a very noticeable lump in his trousers.
“The cookies!” she exclaimed. “We’ve been talking too long—it’s past time to put the cookies in the oven!”
“Fuck!” Grath growled. “Well hurry up—do we still have enough time for them to bake?”
“Maybe if we hurry—you’ll have to help me roll them into balls,” Madeline told him as she dug the metal bowl of chilled dough out of the freezer unit.
“I’m on it, baby—I can help you make the balls,” Grath promised. “Come on—let’s go!”
They rushed back across the room to table nine and Mattie tore off a piece of parchment paper to line one of the broad, flat metal sheets. She pulled out a metal scoop and began portioning out the dough as Grath rolled it into round balls and placed each one a little distance apart on the sheet.
In less time than he would have thought was possible, the balls were done and Madeline was running across to the cooking unit that had been designated as theirs. But when she got there, she stopped short and Grath heard her groan.
“What? What is it, baby?” he asked anxiously, coming to see. “What’s the problem?”
“The problem is that somebody turned off our oven.” Madeline gestured to the cooking unit, a look of despair on her face. “It’s stone cold and there’s no time to preheat it again!”
TWENTY
MATTIE
Mattie couldn’t believe it—her oven was stone cold and there was no way she could get it warm in time to bake her snowballs properly!
“I know I preheated it! I remember feeling it start to heat up!” she exclaimed in frustration.
Right and then you went and left it unattended, whispered a little voice in her head. You were so worried about someone sabotaging the dough, you didn’t even think of the oven!