His Darkest Devotion (Insatiable Instinct #2) Read Online Addison Cain

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Forbidden, Paranormal, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Insatiable Instinct Series by Addison Cain
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78164 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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As they began to brawl, something inside me began fluttering, pulsating, the twinge driving me to tiptoe as I bore down on the plug. Panting, utterly distracted, I hardly noticed the snarling men, nor appreciated how it was an agitated General Boreal who urged Cyderial to carry me off. Who had retracted his friendship from my mate yet saw to my care before falling victim to his baser urges.

Gravity vanished, strong arms gathering me up to steal me away. Wrapping myself around my mate’s neck I found his scent delightful, offering a low, pretty hum from my breast so he might paint the air with more sweetness.

I gave that salty strip of flesh an eager lick. One taste of him and my insides fought wildly against the plug, shameless in their grinding squeeze.

It almost felt like climax, except it hurt.

And my whimper let him know.

Insides seizing, sweat on my brow, I tucked my face into Cyderial neck and whined, “Please, take me home.”

His driver had the vehicle ready, door open, so Cyderial might get me inside and out of the light. Almost immediately, we were in the air.

Nose to my skin, my hair, at my ear, scenting my throat, my mate was caught in his own fever. Encouraging whatever he found with a loud, thumping drum.

His sounds poured into me like a balm, so similar to the noise he battered against my senses the night I had been stolen and opened—insistent, visceral, pulsing through my bones in a way that made the discomfort turn into liquid pleasure.

Yet I grew more irritated with each passing minute.

There were unknown things I needed, but they were not within reach.

His car was not an appropriate place to do important work.

Thoughts growing fuzzy, skin burning, I tried to puzzle out my temper, barking at him to stop pawing me, all while rubbing against him like a vorec in heat.

Feverish, muddled, and growing exponentially more aggressive as the minutes wore on, I may have done some serious damage to the interior of his car.

Petulant, I didn’t want to be in a hover vehicle—the interior too hot and the remnant ribbons of my clothing too constricting. Had my belly not been hugely full already, I would have thought heat had come.

I starved.

“Comfort me.” The whine came out as if from another woman’s mouth, sulky, sullen, and very, very enticing.

Yet the tiniest flash of humiliation was enough to snap me out of my stupor. I found myself straddling and rubbing up against a very aroused male, whose clothing I had shredded beyond repair.

I may have been sexually forward with him in private, but never in this manner and never with such violence.

Yet, Cyderial was more than happy to keep nuzzling me, his lips at my ear. “You’re entering estrous, the condition necessary to awaken a child. It will compel you, drive you to construct a nest, and then you will demand that I fuck you, often. Be as vicious as you wish. There is nothing to be frightened of, my love. Hurt me as much as you want to. Tell me what you need.”

It was obvious what I needed, yet he continued to remove my hand from the pulsating swell contained in his trousers.

We could have been mating right there in the car. I could have sunk my teeth right into his flesh, but he dared flip me over, so my back was to his chest. Dared to press my wrists together and hold them captive in his grip, as I hissed at him to let me go.

Chuckling at my ear, he nipped the lobe hard enough I yipped. “We are almost there. You cannot have me until your work is done.”

The vehicle landed, and the door opened to chilled night air. The wafting breeze did nothing but enrage me.

Disgust me even.

Cyderial tried to pull me from my seat, to lead me by his grip on my wrists to the door of his home, but I set my teeth and braced.

The place was all wrong, and I told him so. Beating my own internal drum in a tempting purr so he might come back to me in the tight confines of the hover car.

“Cyderial—” I gave him the smile of a starved, eager female. “—I told you to take me home.”

Closer to the earth, where it would be dark and warm, where fog might trip over my tongue.

His pretty house was not my home. It didn’t smell of damp nor swelter when the weather was perfect. There were not enough dark corners nor secluded spaces.

All of it was so human.

The condition coming over me wasn’t human in the slightest. Animal drive demanded I find the perfect dark cave.

Calling to my mate, I felt more vorec than I ever had in my life. “My little room with my little bed. I need my pink rock and my secrets. I cannot stay in your gilded tower.”


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