Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
The tension in her body slipped away. Her demon relaxed with a smirk, feeling rather self-satisfied. “Keep me, huh?”
Hooking his finger through a belt loop in her waistband, he pulled her close, his expression softening. “My kind generally don’t take mates, as you know. It’s not in our nature. I never thought I’d want to claim someone for myself. It really just never appealed to me. Until you. I wouldn’t have thought my demon would be on board but it is, like, mega attached to you.”
Larkin swallowed, settling her hands on the twin columns of his back. She wasn’t a person who spouted soft, fuzzy words, so all she said was . . . “Then you get to keep your spleen.”
His lips twitched. “Your entity really would have eaten it, wouldn’t it?”
“If you’d rejected it, yes. It had planned to cut out the organ with a rusty spoon.”
His smile widened. “I totally dig your demon. It’s ace.”
A sigh escaped her. “There’s no hope for either of you. There just isn’t.”
“You’ll learn to live with it.” He glanced down at the suitcase again. “You’re truly good with moving here?”
“I like your wagon. And your camp. I even like your clan, though they’re all certifiably nuts to some degree. But I won’t leave my lair.” She lifted a hand. “Before you ask, no, I’m not going to request that you leave your clan. Because then you wouldn’t be happy. I don’t want that. We don’t need to be part of the same lair or clan to make this work.”
“You’ve squared this with Knox?”
“Yes. I made him very aware that though I’ll remain his sentinel, my loyalty will always be primarily to you. He’s fine with that. He has his own mate, so he understands.”
His chest tightening, Teague slid his hand up her back. This harpy got to him. Big time. Had burrowed so deep inside him that she touched him in ways he hadn’t known anyone could.
He dropped his forehead to hers. “You have my loyalty in a way that no one else ever will. Not even my clan.”
Warmth bled into her eyes. “Then we’re even.”
“We’re even,” he agreed, wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. To seal the deal, he brought his mouth down on hers. The kiss was soft and slow. For about six seconds. Then an electric intensity crackled between them that charged his body and demanded an outlet.
It found it.
Need took him in a burst of flames. Their kiss became wild and desperate and ragged. Each slide of her tongue and raspy little moan pecked at his control, until it was in tatters.
A vicious hunger fired through his veins, as basic as it was potent. It made his blood hot, his nerve-endings sing, and his body tighten painfully.
He gripped her nape hard in a proprietary hold, skimming his other hand down to cup her ass tight. His. She was his. Every fucking part of her, inside and out.
Teague tore his mouth free. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice like gravel. He whipped off his tee and dumped it on the floor. “I want to fuck my mate.”
“Your mate has something she wants to do first.” Larkin dropped to her knees and snapped open the buttons of his fly.
A low curse of surprise flew out of him. He watched as she fisted his cock, her grip firm and possessive. Then she took him in her mouth—no hesitation, no teasing, no playfulness. She got right down to business.
He sank his hands into her hair, gritting his teeth as she slid her lips down his shaft again and again while keeping her hand curled around the base. “You’re a little too good at this.”
Her eyes flicked to his, hot and hazy with need. So hot her gaze seemed to burn deep into his own. The moment was so fucking intimate it made his balls ache and tighten.
He hissed out a breath as she began sucking harder . . . and before he knew it he was fucking her hot, wet mouth. Holding her head still with his grip on her hair, he pitched his hips forward over and over, sinking deep.
Her eyes glittered with a dare. A dare to lunge harder and deeper. So he did, and she took it—even urged him on with a prick of her nails to his thigh.
Only when he felt an orgasm begin to build did he pull back. Much as he loved it when she swallowed his come, he needed to be in her. He tugged on her hair. “Up.”
The moment she stood, he reached straight for her fly. He tackled it fast, backing her into the wall, while she hauled off her tee. He crouched down and peeled away her jeans and panties.
Driving two fingers inside her, he groaned. She was already slick and ready for him. He suckled on her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out, wanting her wetter. Needier. So desperate to come she’d curse at and threaten him all while yanking at his hair so hard it hurt.