Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Her keening and clenching muscles told him when she was on the verge. “No, no. I…I can’t. No more. Mmm, Kael…oh, God, don’t stop—”
Her babbling cut off abruptly as her orgasm stole her breath. Her thighs squeezed his face and her whole body thrashed. Kael supported her entire weight to insure the restraints didn’t harm her wrists or shoulders. But her ecstasy was glorious and unleashed a raw feeling of masculine pride in his chest. He devoured every bit of her release, relished her sweet taste, her complete submission to his will.
And what he willed was her pleasure. Tonight. Forever.
When Shayla’s body calmed, she sagged against him. Kael eased out from under her, rose and, with a quick flick of his wrist, removed the bonds. She collapsed into his arms, her movements so fluid someone seeing her might’ve thought her drunk.
“Shh, dearheart. I have you.”
She nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. Competing reactions erupted. The gesture was sweet and comforting, and tugged at his heart. But the proximity of her mouth to his throat also spiked his arousal as it conjured imaginings of her opening her mouth, drinking.
Taking him into her.
Sucking in a breath that failed to calm, Kael lifted Shayla into his arms and gently laid her atop his tartan robes on the bed.
And damn if she didn’t look like that was right where she belonged.
Shayla blinked her eyes open and found herself sprawled out on the bed. Her arm brushed something soft and comfortable, and she recalled Kael spreading out his robes. She stretched and fought the urge to curl up and snuggle into them. His scent lingered all around her.
Kael.
She turned her head and found him. His hard body pressed against the length of her side. A light sheen of sweat covered his brow and his tongue dragged over his bottom lip like he was tasting her there. A passing thought urged embarrassment, but she was too blissed-out to feel anything but gratitude and contentment, especially when he looked at her with such hunger.
Teasing, dragging fingers caressed her from throat to pubis. His voice was rough, raspy, full of gravel. “Are you ready for more, Shayla? I don’t mean to rush you, but I—”
She reached out and pressed three fingers against his full lips. “Don’t even think of apologizing for needing me.”
He hitched an eyebrow and kissed her fingers, then pulled them away. “Was that a command, milady?”
She blushed. “Take it how you will.” She bit her bottom lip to restrain the smile threatening to erupt.
He growled. “What did I tell you about biting yourself?”
The animalistic sound, tension in his voice, and flashing gold behind his dilated eyes thrilled her and reawakened her body. “Well, someone ought to,” she whispered.
It was quite possibly the most brazen thing she’d ever said. And she didn’t regret it one bit. Not when his mouth dropped open and his fangs elongated. She squeaked as he easily pushed her further up on the bed and crawled between her thighs.
“Just someone, Shayla? Anyone?” He braced himself with one arm while his other hand rubbed the head of his cock through her slick folds.
The sensations left her dizzy and breathless. “You.”
“Say it again,” he growled. His muscles trembled and his eyes nearly glowed.
Her heart thundered against her breastbone, deep need making her crave his body in hers. She almost couldn’t hold herself still the urge was so intense. “You. I’m yours.”
“Your body?” He pushed the thick head of his cock into her wet pussy and stilled.
She groaned and looked down between them. The erotic vision of his shaft entering her body made her core clench. He bit out a curse in what sounded like ancient Gaelic. Her gaze flew to his. “My body is yours.”
“Yes.” He pushed in further and Shayla moaned at the incredible stretching and filling of the invasion. “Your blood? Who can claim your blood?”
Shayla found it difficult to speak through her panting. “Only…you.”
His weight fell upon her and he braced himself on his elbows near her shoulders. One of his hands tangled in her braids and lifted her head up for a searing kiss. Finally he pulled away and trailed kisses to her ear. Under her hands, his taut muscles radiated leashed power. “Your virginity, Shayla, your womanhood,” he rasped.
“Yours,” she pleaded.
His body exploded in movement.
He thrust his hips until he was fully seated within her.
Shayla cried out, her body pulled between pleasure and pain. But he didn’t give her time to feel the latter, because then he threw his head back, roared in a sound that could only be described as ecstatic triumph, and dropped his face to her throat.
He bit her, burying his fangs deep within the yielding flesh of her neck.
Shayla was overwhelmed, awash in competing sensations. The speed of Kael’s actions surprised her and his pleasured shout drowned out her gasped whimper. His bite seared her throat. But all of that seemed as if in a different lifetime, because the very first sucking pull of his mouth against her throat removed every bit of pain from her body.