Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
He didn’t know why the fates had decided to gift him with this precious female. It almost didn’t seem right. Alexander had never been good. As a human, he’d been moral, flooded with ethics. He had done his duty, and that was why he ended up being killed, because he wouldn’t allow anyone else to risk their lives. He’d been the one to go. He had died.
Was that why the fates had granted him this precious soul? That’s what Layla was, precious, a rare gift.
Pulling out of his thoughts, he truly didn’t care why Layla had been sent to him, or why he’d been gifted with her. All that mattered was she had been, and he was going to take care of her. If that was what the fates needed from him—to take care of her, love her, guide her—for the betterment of the world, then he would do that, no questions asked.
He focused back on Layla. Her eyes were closed as she played with her pussy, which was tightening around his cock, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. Alexander couldn’t look away. She was so mesmerizing to watch, and he saw as her orgasm struck her.
She released a little gasp, and then her body shook and he felt the tightening of her pussy around his length. He was so close to coming himself, but he held himself back and just watched. It took a great deal of strength to keep himself in check as he watched her. He was so close to coming and losing it like a teenage boy. He didn’t though, and Layla’s orgasm slowly ebbed. He gritted his teeth at the pleasure he saw.
Gripping her hips and using the tree as leverage, he drove in and out of her, fucking her harder. She was so wet, and he was so close. As he worked his cock inside her, he became aware of what was happening around them.
The leaves on the ground had started to rise, and not only that, so had he and Layla. Her eyes shone bright, not in a scary way, but mesmerizing. He couldn’t bring himself to look away.
He was so close. This woman was all his.
The sheer feeling of utter possession was enough to throw him over the edge, and he did so, growling her name as he came. The power of the orgasm took him by surprise as he came hard.
“Bite me,” Layla said.
He couldn’t believe her request, but he pressed his face against her neck, and then bit down.
Layla didn’t tense. She didn’t scream. Instead, she released a moan, and as he took her blood, he knew exactly what she was thinking. The power flooding her veins was hypnotic.
Layla was so powerful. Alexander understood why the cult wanted her, but they were not going to get her. He wouldn’t let anyone take her away from them.
His orgasm slowly began to ebb, and his fangs retracted. The two puncture holes healed up as he pulled away, as if the bite mark wasn’t even there. Staring into Layla’s eyes, he saw her smile.
“I don’t want you to panic, love, but you’re going to have to let us down.” She went to look and he cupped her face. “Don’t panic. There’s no need to panic. I’m here.”
He allowed her to breathe.
“I … I don’t know what I did,” she said.
He smiled for her and her alone. “Look at me, beautiful. It’s all okay. Repeat after me. It’s all okay.”
“It’s all okay.”
She looked close to panicking, but he didn’t want her to panic and risk throwing them both to the ground. That wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.
He’d just witnessed the way Layla had healed, but that was from a vampire bite, he didn’t know how her body was going to cope with suddenly dropping to the ground, and he didn’t want to risk her.
After all this time, he had finally found his soul mate, and he wasn’t going to lose her to a stupid mistake. No matter what.
“Slowly,” he said. “This is all you, remember. This is who you are. Your parents were strong and powerful, and now so are you. Repeat it.”
“I’m strong and powerful.”
He nodded. “That’s right. You can do this.”
She nodded her head, but he hated how doubtful she looked. His woman didn’t need to doubt who she was, or what she was. She had this.
Alexander waited and then, slowly, ever so slowly, she began to lower them to the ground. Their feet were back on soil, along with the leaves and a few other items.
“I have no idea how I did that. I don’t know what I did,” she said.
He cupped her face. “You don’t have to know how you did it, baby. Just know that you did.” With that, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her.