Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76857 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
My squeal when he set his teeth to the skin where shoulder met neck sent another gush to coat where his fingers were once again busy in my slit.
Taking his wrist in my grip, I forced his touch out of my body, shrugging out from under his shadow until I was free of his grasping cock.
Standing, more warm drips running down my thigh, I took a deep breath, a shaky exhale following. “You’re telling me this is going to happen every time?”
“There is nothing to be embarrassed about.”
“Did this happen after the first time?” I had a protruding stomach then too but did not remember anything about what took place between passing out and waking up here.
“You were delirious through the release of my knot, and I cleaned you afterward. I knotted you again while your body recovered in slumber, and yes, I gave you what you needed so you could fully rest while adapting to our bond,” he admitted with no shame. “When your body had all it needed, it released, and I tended to you, dressed you, and knew you would wake soon for more.”
That felt extremely intimate and uncomfortable, knowing he had already seen my body do this. That he may have even been watching between my legs as his scent kept me asleep. That he had been inside me while I was unconscious and seemed proud of his works….
Hand to my sex, trying to hold what seemed to keep lazily leaking out of me, I shuddered at all of it. “How long will this take?”
Reaching for me with a devilish grin, he offered, “Come back to bed and let me lick you clean.”
“No.” I tacked on a quick, “Thank you,” in case his male logic was going to assume forcing me to endure more hours of tonguing might be helpful. I had enough of that in the dark and was ashamed to admit I begged him to let me sleep when dawn broke outside the windows.
But he caught me anyway, chuckling as he drew my mortified self right where he wanted me.
Rolling to his back, he brought me with him, hitching my thigh over his hip and opening my legs so more mess might ooze on his dancing member.
And then he smiled at me, lascivious and unapologetic as I stared down at that thing stroking my flattening stomach as it squelched through spilling cream.
Showing off his cock as if I should be impressed, he whispered, “Rub our juices into me, my Lorieyn. Let me show you this is only beautiful.”
My hand was caught, his grip biting as he forced me to palm his shaft. Wrapping his larger hand over mine, my fingers encased a girth too thick to fully circle. Moving my forced grip up over his accordion segments, his cock luxuriated in my compulsory petting, the male all licentious sighs and rolling hips as he smirked.
He felt so strange in my grip, hard but somehow velvet. Intimidating yet right there within reach of my claws. He thickened, pulsating, and I could feel the beats of his hearts under my touch.
Education in male anatomy, it would seem, was my next obligatory lesson.
Every part of that organ, he had a name for, urging me to trace my finger between the segments when he stretched, showing me all the ways in which he could wriggle in my grip. The more we stroked him together, the more that menacing, pointed tip leaked sweetness.
I leaked on his root and his thighs. He leaked upon our joined hands.
Our fluids mingled.
Slippery and shiny, I found it was not at all unpleasant to touch.
“You can taste me if you’d like,” he growled, chest thrumming a lazy, indulgent rhythm.
“Suck his cock,” Miranda had said, as if it was my duty to hybrid kind.
He was using my hand to stimulate his pleasure, but I was not suffering a mind-altering heat, and there were things to discuss. “She told me I would have to do this. That I could start wars by putting your dick in my mouth.”
He stilled to an almost supernatural level. It was as if the entire room held its breath in the moments it took for him to narrow his eyes. “Just what did Miranda whisper to you?”
“That I was expected to zealously suck the cock of the man responsible for keeping hybrid kind alive when a growing faction of humans wants us dead.”
Releasing his grip on my hand, he grew angry and serious. “I brought her here to explain female matters, such as the expected release of fluids, not bend your ear to her personal politics. She was completely out of line.”
Seeing him annoyed made me hitch a brow. “Is it true that I was in danger as a child, because you wanted me for your mate?”
“Every hybrid female is in danger.” A guarded response.