Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
From being outnumbered and standing at death's door, the tables had instantly turned and fortunes reversed, and the vampires had been forced to retreat. Lives had been lost, but more - so many more - had been saved, and it was in light of Domenico's selfless heroics that L'Alliance had come to pass.
A moment later, she saw Lysander nodding—-
Oh thank God, it had worked!
Such a thing could be incredibly advantageous, especially now that they were in war, and Estrella was about to exclaim (mentally) how happy this new shared talent of theirs made her when she felt Lysander suddenly stiffen just as the van rolled to a stop.
They had finally reached her apartment building, and a huge platoon of Fae soldiers was waiting outside it, all of them eager to welcome their prince come back from life.
"Lysander—-"
A snarl, one she heard not just in her mind but out loud, too, and feral enough to have the twins right away placing their hands on their sword handles.
Tell everyone to...get out, Lysander gritted out. I need...to be...alone. With you. NOW.
Chapter Five
Both beast and man struggled to regain control as the silence inside the van grew agonizingly taut. Lysander knew that Estrella could only have a lot of questions in her mind, but not once did she betray her confusion or fears. She remained on his lap, serenely still, her gaze somber, her heartbeat steady.
I trust you.
Everything about her whispered this, and bit by bit, the rampaging, churning emotions inside of him eased.
Outside the van, the twins stood next to the platoon of soldiers, in position to formally welcome their prince.
Or at least that was the plan.
But whether that were to come true or not...
Frustration clawed at his chest. He knew, more than anyone else, how much Faes were predisposed to detest anything animalistic, and so how fucking ironic it was, that Lysander, with the blood of Ammon coursing through his veins, might as well be the Prince of Beasts?
He had to change. Now.
But for that to happen—-
Estrella.
Green eyes filled with concern readily flew up to his. What is it?
I must...change...now. But...if I do...the beast in me...
Estrella could sense Lysander's growing tension. "Whatever it is, it's okay. I promise you—-"
I must...take...you...first..
"I can handle - what?" Estrella could feel her cheeks burning up as she tried to make sense of what she heard. Or what she thought she heard. Because maybe—-
You did...NOT...hear wrong.
Estrella swallowed hard. Oh.
You must...understand. Two years...thoughts of you... the only thing...kept me...alive. So the beast...I...we hunger. We crave.
Her cheeks were now on fire, his words making her think of all sorts of erotically forbidden things.
And when...I turn, I'm not...sure...I am...able to...control...myself.
Estrella's heart slammed against her chest. Dear God. What did he mean he wouldn't be able to control himself? That the moment he turned back into a man, he would take one look at her, and he would...
She cleared her throat. "You, um, said..." Oh dear God, this was so hard. "You would, um, take me...in some way?" Like, there was more than one way?
The innocent thought, albeit unspoken, was something Lysander heard just fine, and it was just too fucking much. A growl of arousal escaped him as he sought to capture her gaze with his, just so she could fucking see in his eyes...
Estrella's lips parted in shock at the amount of lust staring back at her. Ooooooh...myyyy.
YES, Lysander snarled at her. There's more than...one...way!
And this time, it was his turn to use her thoughts to show her—-
His throbbing, monstrously oversized cock thrusting into the folds of her vagina...
OR
His cock deep-throating her...
OR
His cock devouring her virginal ass...
Estrella's body instantly limp the moment the visions ended. Oh. My. God. What had she just seen? The future? Heaven? Both?
Large, strong paws gave her shoulders a firm shake in a silent command to make her look up, and when their eyes met—-
Choose, Lysander snarled.
She could barely think, could barely breathe, and he wanted her to choose?
CHOOSE NOW, WOMAN!
Panic struck.
BEFORE I—-
The words were out before she realized what she was saying. "M-mouth! I choose mou—-aaaah!"
One moment she was on his lap, another moment she was on her knees on the van's carpeted floor, and a blaze of ice-cold wind had just slapped her on the face. When she opened her eyes again, a beautiful man was seated in front of her...naked.
Lysander!
Long black hair that still turned violet under the light. Eyes that played all the shades between lavender and violet. And the most beautiful face in the world—-
He wordlessly reached for her chin, cupping it and applying pressure until she had no choice to open her mouth—-
His cock filled her vision a moment later.
Oh God.
And it was exactly the way his visions had shown her.
Longer than it should be. Thicker than what could ever be normal. And when it finally slipped between her lips...