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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I could feel him preparing to call forth the waxy substance that would leave me plugged, and I shook my head, telling him, “No. No plug. I order you to prepare us something to eat, which we will enjoy together. Afterward, you will sleep. Once you’ve had some rest, I will put my mouth and tongue on this beast until you beg me to ride you within an inch of your life. Touch me anywhere you wish and make me sing. Only then can you plug me. For now, enjoy your knot, enjoy your mate, and come lay in my arms on our nest.”

He obeyed.

Locked together, we made ourselves comfortable, where I petted him until he purred and listened to whatever he wished to say.

It seemed he was wary that I might disapprove of his doings, guarded as he stated, “It may be some weeks before I can allow you to leave the academy. I do not want you to see the city until it is clean and the fires are out.”

I wasn’t stupid; it was not burning buildings he was worried would upset me. In a city nearing the population of a million, the funeral pyres would be polluting the sky for some time. It was either that or let disease run rampant.

Working the tension from his muscles, I asked, “Have we lost many brothers and sisters?”

“Not as many as anticipated. But yes, there were losses of good men and good women.” Rubbing his eyes, Cyderial added, “And in our sweeps, we have also found some hybrids who had been kept as the worst sort of slaves. A whole operation of females bred in secret that are not listed in our records. Opened surgically and used by human men for sport.”

It was such a sad thing that I didn’t know what to say. “I’m glad you found them.”

“They may not be. Some of them fought to protect their human masters. They are badly broken.”

“We will find a way to help them heal.”

“I’m not so sure we can.” The knot shrank, the inevitable flood rushing out. But I didn’t care. I just wanted to offer that complicated man comfort. To thank him for confronting such horrors so I would never have to, to give him a place to be vulnerable. To hold him close and stroke his hair while he slowly began to relax.

He was softly snoring by the time I crept free to make use of his lavatory. Scrubbed clean, my hair no longer a crazy mess of braids and tangles, I went to the door and found none other than General Boreal had become my new guardian. Whispering to him, I ordered fresh food be procured, clean clothing for both of us retrieved.

All was quickly delivered.

I knew nothing about cooking, but I had seen Cyderial cut fruit and found myself up to the simple task. The liver, I left raw, as per my preference.

Aware he would not sleep long and that he would wake irritated he’d been lured into a female trap, I came to him with the tray, and I fed him for once.

I fed him with bites from my own lips, as he refused to so much as touch the food until I had a taste. I fed him with sips of water dripped down my bare breasts. I played with him in our nest and forced my mate to forget his worries for a short time.

When he was full but hungry for more, I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked until his eyes rolled back in his head. Miranda had been right. There was great power in what a woman could do with her mate’s cock in her mouth.

And so many ways to taste him.

When I knew he was close to a knot from my mouth alone, I rode him, teasing at his nipples as he had teased at mine, licking and biting in places that stole his reasoning. Telling him with my body how deeply I appreciated all he did, finding my own great pleasure in accepting how well we fit together.

In all ways.

It was another week before the upper reaches of the building were considered safe from errant gunfire and artillery. The children ecstatic to be out of the crowded room and back to some sense of normalcy. The windows, even from the highest level, showed nothing. All that could be seen was fog, fog that tasted of charred meat and left an oily residue on the skin.

Two more months before I was permitted to walk farther than the academy’s walled courtyard.

Vorec were still in the city, breeding in empty homes and settling in as if they belonged in our walls. They would not be removed but maintained, an excellent deterrent to wandering humans who might think to retaliate.

Perhaps, over a great deal of time, they might even be domesticated.


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