Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
I move my lips to the juncture of her thighs and kiss downward.
“Jurik,” she gasps, and her hand flies to the shorn hair on my scalp. She clenches there, then grabs at my horns when I give her cunt a long, satisfying lick. The taste of her just makes me hungry for more, and with a ravenous growl, I bury my face between her wet folds, licking and sucking, even as I drive my finger into her cunt, using it as I would my cock.
Rachel cries out. Her cunt clenches tight around my finger, and as I drag it out, I add a second one, flexing my fingers as I move inside her. A thought flitters through her mind, and she wonders if I am looking for her G-spot, a spot that human females are said to have that gives them intense pleasure.
Well…I am looking for it now, I tell her. If there is a spot I have not touched that brings her pleasure, I want to find it.
“Everything…” she wheezes, struggling to breathe as I lick the button of her clit. “Everything you do brings me pleasureohgodrightthere!” Her legs draw up, her mouth contorting as I touch a soft, spongy spot on the front wall of her cunt. I rumble with pleasure at her response, dragging my tongue over her clit as I tease that new spot inside her once more. Rachel has never quite come apart like this in my arms. Each time, I have always made sure that she has climaxed and received her pleasure, but the woman I stroke right now is utterly wild with need. Her hips buck against my mouth, her thighs jerking and clenching, her head tossing back and forth as I work her. “Jurik! Fuck! Oh fuck. Jurik! That’s—”
Her body seizes tight, and a hot flood of release bathes my mouth as she climaxes. I growl against her clit, loving this. I am going to find this spot every time from now on, I promise her. I want you to come like this every time. Every time, my Rachel.
She slowly drifts back to herself, and then lets out a soft, dreamy sigh. “Oh…wow.”
Hungrily, I kiss back up her legs, sliding my body over hers. Let me fill you with my seed, my mate. Let me give you a child. I let my hunger for her, for the family we could create together, drift through my mind. I push her thighs apart, resting my cock against the slick warmth of her cunt. Even though this is not how drakoni mate, I like this. Prefer it, even, because I can look at her in the eyes and watch her expression as I claim her. I dig my fingers into her soft hair and drag my cock through her folds even as I take her mouth. Shall I do that, my sweet fires? Shall I give you my essence? Shall I fill your cunt so full of my seed that it will drip out of you, and then I will fill you again?
Rachel whimpers against my kiss. Just…promise you’ll never leave me. Promise we’ll always be together.
I feel the worry inside her, the terrible fear—that she will lose her heart to me and give me everything, only to be abandoned again.
You are mine forever, I promise her. Once a drakoni has shared his fires, he is complete. There is nothing else for him but mate and family. I would never look at another, never even scent another female but you. Even the thought is appalling. Do you not feel my cock shrivel at the thought? Look in me and see the truth of it, my mate.
She kisses me hungrily. I trust you, Jurik. I trust you.
Her trust alone is the greatest of gifts. I claim her mouth, and as I press gentle, soft kisses to her lips, I push into her yielding body. She welcomes me with wide eyes and a full, trusting heart, and I feel…complete.
This is my world.
It does not matter what comes from the Rift, or where our lives will take us. As long as I have Rachel at my side, we will make a home, together.
It is enough. She is enough.
And when I release inside her and fill her with my seed, both of us are excited about the future.
Together.
40
Weeks Later
RACHEL
Life goes on. I suppose it always does.
Weeks pass and no monster comes through the Rift. Instead, the Rift looks as it always has, an ugly green and black scar on an otherwise cloudless blue sky. No monsters reach through. No leering eyes peek out. No nothing.
It’s enough to make a girl doubt her sanity, because the next few weeks are just…perfect.
Life is wonderful.
As I lie in bed for my afternoon nap, I touch the small bulge of my belly, where it’s just now starting to get hard. My baby’s in there. My baby, and Jurik’s baby.