Micaela’s Big Bad Read Online Tijan

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, New Adult, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 35173 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 176(@200wpm)___ 141(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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A throbbing started inside of me.

I wanted him.

Badly.

Arms encircled me, and he began moving against me. So slowly. So sensually.

I gasped.

Another caress started down my back, and I arched into it, wanting more. Needing more.

I’d never experienced this with anyone else. Just tuning into him, and I was almost panting.

Yearning and wanton desire crawled under my skin, exploring my body, pushing to all my extremities. My legs. My toes. Fingers. Nails.

My heart was pounding.

My vision was blurred.

It was only the touch of him holding me captive.

I would’ve done anything for him in that moment.

I felt more of his touch rising up my legs, my calves, my knees, my thighs, and a slight pressure.

I was rolled to my back, and my legs parted.

He was above me, and moving over me, and I felt that same touch between my legs.

I wanted him to sheath himself inside of me, thrusting in, all the way in, and then, just like that—I was yanked back, and out.

I was brought back to the vehicle, and Kieran was watching me from across the seat, a shrewd look in his eyes. Cold blasted me, not from the air conditioner, and I began shivering.

I was yearning again, but yearning to go back to what that was. I felt warm and desired.

Was that what he meant about it being sexual for others? HO-LEE-SHIT.

A carnal and primitive desire was lacing through me, and it was as if I’d been awakened. Every cell in my body was crying in protest.

I tasted my tears before I realized I was crying.

As I stared at him, he was merely watching me. That same look in his eyes.

Waiting. He was waiting for something. For me?

But not even a second later, I knew what he was waiting for.

A new hunger was rising in me. I could feel everything in my body. How my foot curved. The ligaments connecting each of my bones. The muscles. The tendons. There was more. My power. It was so deeply entrenched.

He’d been right.

I could feel it now.

And it was starving.

I gaped, only able to open and close my mouth like a fish.

I needed more. Just a little bit more.

I didn’t know what, though. More. That was it.

That power was its own creature. It was stirring, stretching. It needed to be fed.

That was me. In me. I had the power to feed its every desire.

He’d been dormant. He? No, she. My power was feminine, and she was hissing. I could feel her moving all my organs, seeking whatever she needed to be fed.

I was moving on the seat without knowing my own body. Writhing around. Curling into a ball, stretching back out, my arms yanking over my head. My toes pointed downwards. My stomach levitated upward.

My back with it, but hunching over in its own stretch.

I felt like I was performing six different yoga poses all at the same time.

“Please,” I gasped, my eyes watering as I stared at Kieran.

I didn’t know what I was asking for, or why I was asking him, but she had started to take control of me. Not me. Her. I had another whole creature inside of me—from that one forbidden taste of his energy—and she wanted him.

His eyes had darkened by now, molten.

“Please,” I rasped again.

“Your kind is only half human, and you’ve not been feeding your other side. Because of this, there’s a separation inside of you. You are almost two beings now. Human and her. You must feed to start merging again.”

I didn’t know what he was talking about, but I was hungry.

I wanted everything.

His energy. His body. I wanted human food too. Everything and anything. I just needed this feeling to be sated.

“What do I do?”

He continued to watch me, and he didn’t respond.

My body began moving toward him, but an invisible wall hit me back. No sounded loudly in my head. The voice didn’t sound like it came from him, though. It was a low roar, less powerful in its sound but equally as powerful in its determination to be fed.

Please, I said to that voice.

He is above your hunger. That’s like waking up as a child and being fed caviar for your first meal.

Caviar isn’t even good as a human, buddy. She took over again, growling, whimpering, and my body was flailing on the seat.

I need. Now.

She was back to roaring too.

I was starting to pant and sweat. The need for what she demanded was taking a toll on me. I was becoming blinded by the urgency of feeding the beast that I’d awakened.

“You cannot overcome me.”

“I’m not trying to. What do I need here?!”

A strangled cry ripped from my throat.

“You need to eat on energy, which you should’ve been schooled in when you were born. Your elders did not do their job for you, and now you must pay for the negligence.”


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