Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 115432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115432 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 577(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“It is the nature of mortals to complain even in jest over the past, young one. We are vampires—mates. Whenever you wish to claim me, all you must do is bite.”
“What happened to biting someone being ‘highly improper,’” I shot back, looking at him.
“That was before we were mated,” he replied and moved his head…his lips to my neck. “That’s why it was improper. Vampires don’t just let anyone put their teeth on them.”
He didn’t bite, only kissed my neck before bringing his face back up.
“But I let you bite me to see my past,” I said.
“The wrist and the neck or heart are very different. Nevertheless, none may ever do so to you except me.”
“If they do—”
“I will rip them apart.” The murderous intent in his voice was clear, yet I never felt fear or worry or even anxiousness. Lifting my hand, I pressed it to the side of his face.
“I believe you.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I know you are this formidable, dangerous vampire, that you’ve most likely killed more people—mortal and immortal—than I could even dare to count. Yet, I can only see you as this gentle, patient, and sweet man for some reason. Why is that? Is it because you are my mate?”
“They say love is blinding,” he replied, shifting my legs apart with his knee and placing himself between my thighs.
I smiled. “Another round? You have not slept once. So it’s only sex that can keep you from giving in to daylight?”
“You are one to tease. As you have neither fainted nor cast a single spell since we first mated.”
I paused because he was right. I was no longer wired or hearing or seeing anything but him. Grinning like mad, I brought his lips to mine, kissing him. With one hand, he grabbed and pinned my wrist above me, cupping my breast with the other, and I moaned as he squeezed. Biting his lip, I drew blood before flipping us over on the bed and climbing on top of him, then grabbed his length beneath me.
“Druella…” His voice faded, his gray eyes never leaving mine as I lowered myself on top of him slowly until I could feel all of him in me. He grabbed my waist. It was as if fireworks were set off inside me. I felt like I was on fire in the best sort of ways. Why had I fought this?
“By the gods, you are beautiful,” he whispered. Unable to stop himself, he sat up, bringing my body to his. My hair fell over my shoulder as I looked down on him and wrapped my arms around his neck. My mouth parted, as did his, as we watched each other while our bodies rocked and we breathed in the scent of each other.
“Together,” he demanded, holding me tighter. “Druella…”
“Theseus!” I cried out. I dug my nails into him, trembling as once again he bit me, and I melted into his arms. He caught me, laying me beside him and stroking my face. Reaching up, I wiped the corner of his mouth as he watched me happily.
“I am glad we have eternity, for there is so much to show you,” he said, kissing over my breast where my heart should have been beating.
“Like what?” I asked, running my finger over his jaw.
“My home.”
“Isn’t this home?” I questioned.
He nodded and kissed my fingers. “Our family home, the Thorbørn family home. But I have other homes throughout the world. My favorite, the one I consider mine—ours—is in Athens. It is not so large but overlooks the sea. When I was younger, before I slept, I would paint the sun as it rose over the waters and then the sun as it set over the same waters.”
“Are you asking me to go so we can paint sunrises and sunsets together?”
“Yes.” He smiled. “And in between, I shall have you over and over again until your moans are as constant as the waves.”
“I’d like that,” I muttered as my lips brushed across his gently. “I’d like that a lot.”
“Good,” he replied and kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
“Oh, little brother!”
The sound of Ulrik’s voice echoing from behind the door as he slammed his fist against the frame was more infuriating than it had ever been. I felt myself wanting to claw his eyes out, and a soft growl left my throat. However, it paled in comparison to the sound that came out of Theseus. He loudly sneered as he lifted his lips from mine, his eyes no longer on me but glaring at the door in a true murderous rage, so angry that his grip on me tightened. I still knew little of vampire custom, but what I did know was it was never, ever, ever a good idea to interrupt vampires as they mated.