His Realm – House of Maedoc Read Online Mary Calmes

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
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“Oh please,” I begged him, hot, moist breath on my neck and shoulder before he bit down, rows of teeth clamping at once, pinning me against him. He couldn’t drink my blood, not in his wolf form, his only desire to keep me close.

The saliva and lube and endless rimming allowed for the breach, the push into my body that wasn’t fast but also never stopped or slowed, just stretching and filling, the taking in of the impressive length and girth of the wolf.

There was so much of him, but still Varic, still my love, and the feeling of fullness was incredible, and that hand on my cock squeezed tight and released. I needed more of him, and so begged him to move.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, squirming on his cock, straining for more, needing him to have all of me, to take utter possession of my body. It was what we both needed.

Slowly, he began to move and opened his mouth a bit, his tongue licking over the bite as he thrust.

“You know I love you,” I murmured, reaching up to stroke over his muzzle, once and then again. “That will never change.”

That fast he was shivering, my name coming out in a snarl, but I heard it and turned my head because I could, my lips grazing over stubble on his cheek.

“You’re mine in any form you take, my prince.”

I cried out as he eased from my clasping hole. I didn’t want to let him go. But he only rolled me to my back, lifted my legs over his shoulders, and slid to the hilt easily, before beginning the rutting he could not manage in any form but a man.

Reaching over my head, I slipped my hands under the headboard, holding tight as he pounded inside me, fast and hard, our skin slapping together loudly.

“Mine,” he said, his breathing ragged, his voice guttural, still more animal than man.

“Always,” I promised, feeling the orgasm build, my skin so hot, straining for release, each rolling thrust bringing me closer. “Varic.”

“I have you,” he promised, and that was all before my whole body clenched at once, everything, every muscle, as I came, the rush unbearable for a moment, roaring through me, making me shudder.

He was seconds behind me, crying out before he collapsed on top of me, pinning me under him.

I was panting, he was heaving for breath, both of us consumed with the simple act of drawing air into our lungs.

It required long minutes to recover, for him to lift off me, easing so tenderly from my body. My muscles clamped around him even then, when I was oversensitized almost to the point of pain, but still, I didn’t want him to move.

He lay beside me, flat on his back, the two of us once again smeared with cum, our skin covered in sweat.

“I shifted,” he whispered like that was news.

I laughed. I couldn’t help it.

“You’re an ass,” he grumbled, but his eyes were warm when he looked at me.

“And you, sir, are the king of stating the obvious.”

He scrubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, and I knew he was crying.

“You didn’t hurt me,” I said softly. “You’ve never hurt me, and your wolf and I are friends. We get along well since he always wants to claim me and I’m a big fan.”

“You should see your shoulder. It’s all chewed and⁠—”

“Which I will heal quickly, as I do,” I reminded him. “Not as fast as the rest of you, because you know, matan, not vampyr, but yanno, it won’t be there tomorrow.”

When he turned to me, his eyes were red and puffy. “I shouldn’t be away from you for long periods of time. It erodes my control.”

“Well, then,” I whispered, moving, though it was hard, my muscles didn’t want that, until I curled into his side, head on his broad chest, arm around him, my right leg draped between his. “Let’s never do that again.”

“Never again,” he agreed, hand in my hair as he kissed my forehead. “I love you more than you know.”

“I have a pretty good idea. That’s why I wasn’t worried about Cirillo, even though he’s really pretty.”

I got the chuckle I was after as he wrapped me in his arms. “You are smart not to concern yourself with Cirillo, or anyone. You alone hold my heart.”

I knew that. I did. I drifted off, confident in that knowledge as always.

When I woke up, I noted that the privacy screens, the Louis XV-style giltwood and tapestry ones, were set up around our bed. That meant there were other people in the loft. The space was basically like an atrium, rising several levels, all open but for loft areas accessible via metal stairs. It was walled on three sides with gorgeous smooth marble, and then floor-to-ceiling windows on the fourth. The kitchen was on the bottom floor, along the wall closest to the sliding warehouse door, the dining table and chairs next to it. Couches were scattered around near the windows, and the TV was on that side as well, and then on the other side was our bed, normally out in the open, the bathroom through a wide arch there down a short hall. Whenever Varic left me in bed, he got out the screens because he didn’t like anyone but him watching me sleep. He felt no one but him should see me that vulnerable.


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