Total pages in book: 172
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155984 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 780(@200wpm)___ 624(@250wpm)___ 520(@300wpm)
She ducked her head and he felt her tongue on the inside of his thighs. It took every bit of discipline he had not to jerk his body. As it was, his muscles reacted, fingers of desire snaking up toward his groin in spite of the explosive release he’d just had. She wrapped her arms around his legs and began to use her tongue in the way of the shifters. They were an oral species, and Flambé was extremely sensual in everything she did with him. She took her time, paying close attention to his body, to every part of him, making certain there wasn’t a spot on him she missed.
It was both heaven and hell to feel the rasp of her velvet tongue sliding over his balls and cock, that glide and then the way she took him in her mouth and sucked to make certain he was clean. He wanted to start all over again, but damn it, he was out of time. He caught her hair in his fist and pulled her head off of him, wanting to roar with rage that his time wasn’t his own.
“Get dressed before someone comes in, Flambé.”
Her gaze darted to the door. “Didn’t you lock it?” Anxiety crept into her eyes.
He pulled her to her feet. “I’m teasing you, malen’koye plamya. I’m slipping out. Lock the door behind me and clean up. I’m not certain what time I’ll be able to make it home tonight.”
“Do you want me to take the car and you catch a ride with someone? Or do you want me to find a ride?” She followed him to the door.
He didn’t want her going home without him. It wasn’t that he thought there was any immediate danger. He had eyes on Rolan and the man was at present in Houston. As for Matherson, Sevastyan planned on paying him a visit. The shifter didn’t want to lose any more of his leopards. He wasn’t about to make a move against the Amurovs, especially on their property. He hadn’t been able to draw him back to the property or convince him to come after Sevastyan either, no matter how much he’d taunted the coward.
He didn’t believe that Matherson would find another woman he thought was easier prey either, as Mitya had suggested several times. There was something very special about Flambé and once you were close to her—and Matherson had been on many occasions—it was difficult not to fall under her spell. That brought him up short. She liked sex. Was it possible she’d had sex with him, a one-night stand before she realized what kind of man he was? He doubted too many men or any shifters would be satisfied with only one night of sex with Flambé. How the hell was he going to ask her a question like that without getting her riled up? She seemed a little moody lately, especially when she was at his cousin’s home. Still, he felt he had to know.
“Babe, did you ever hook up with Matherson? Even for a couple of hours?” He just came out with it.
She went very still, the smile fading from her face. Hell. He knew that was going to happen. He didn’t change expressions.
“You know what, Sevastyan? I don’t want to have this conversation with you. I watched you hook up with several women in that club. I know there had to be so many more. There were, weren’t there?” Her eyes glittered like twin emeralds, no amber in them whatsoever.
“Yes. That’s beside the point. I need to know about you and Matherson.”
“You don’t need to know about me and anyone else. I didn’t ask you about your life before me and I don’t expect you to ask about my life before you.”
She turned away from him, tossing her wild head of red hair, so much of it, like a crimson mane of fireworks. His leopard roared, raking at him. That volcano inside of him threatened to erupt. He wanted to leap after her, take her to the floor and pound into her with his suddenly engorged cock, but there was a whisper of unease in his mind.
A pattern was developing here, one he so easily could get into. They both were extremely sexual. He was very dominant and she played into that so easily. Was she deliberately provoking him? Provoking his leopard? He was always honest with himself. It would be easy enough to do. She was everything he could possibly want and sex with her was explosive. Unbelievable.
He asked questions of her and the next thing they were having sex—wild, uninhibited sex—not having a conversation. He took a deep breath for control. He had years of discipline. Years of experience. He had to stop reacting with his body and his dominant personality and start figuring out his woman and what exactly she was hiding. If they continued making their relationship all about sex and not about the two of them, they weren’t going to get anywhere.