Nectar (#1) Read Online Free Books Novels by D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Nectar Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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She flicked through mindless late night TV for a few hours, not able to lose herself in any of the storylines. They all seemed beyond ridiculous, irritating to her, even. She used to love to zone out in front of the TV for a few hours after her shift at the bar but not now. It all seemed too trivial given her present circumstances.

She’d watched about an hour of news and there were no missing persons reports about her, of course. She felt so restless. She really wanted to try to see if she could get through to another part of the house but knew it would be foolish to try now when he could very likely be over there in that room where the light had gone on.

What if those were Joe’s or Sam’s rooms, if they lived here? What if there were others in the house, too? She pushed the thoughts out. She had to at least try but would wait until Tristan was asleep. She got up and glanced out the window again. The light across the way was still on.

She’d pretend to be asleep when he came in so that he would hopefully ignore her and just go to sleep. What happened earlier still nagged at her but she kept pushing it back, not ready to put any more thought into what had happened, what she’d felt. She still felt so raw after falling apart and decided to push all of that to be reviewed later. She didn’t want stay stuck in her own head, in her angst, analyzing all of that. She was more than accustomed to pushing feelings away. Hopefully soon she would be out of here with no need to review all of those emotions at all. Ever.

It felt like an eternity before she finally heard the door opening. She quickly turned so that her back would be facing his side of the bed and pulled the blankets up so that they shielded most of her face from view. She tried to keep her breathing as steady as possible.

She heard Tristan go into the bathroom. During the time he was in there her heart felt like it pumped in her throat. He was there for a few minutes and she heard the shower and then heard shuffling of him getting in beside her. He moaned and pulled her back against him, spooning her. She ignored that her heartbeat was picking up tempo and tried to feign sleeping. It wasn’t easy. He smelled like shampoo but also like toothpaste and chocolate, creating a mint chocolate chip aroma. She could feel his erection against her backside.

Not again.

His mouth was on the back of her neck and he was inhaling her scent, burying his nose into her hair. His hand was on her stomach. He whispered her name and told her she smelled so good.

She intentionally stirred, pulling away to try to make herself seem like she was in a deep sleep and annoyed by his touch. She could feel his breath on her neck, could smell how sweet it was. He pressed his pelvis against her backside and gyrated,

“Baby…”

She squirmed away from him and tried to make her breathing sound heavier.

He moved in closer again, “Can’t get enough of you.”

Why wouldn’t he just…STOP? She wanted to scream. She was on the edge of the bed and felt like she was on the edge of madness. There was no place to fucking go.

She felt his teeth graze the middle of her back, then her backside. She knew his fangs were out. Okay, she couldn’t possibly pretend to sleep through this.

“I’m tired, Tristan,” she said, then winced, wishing she hadn’t said his name.

He groaned and ran his tongue slowly from her spine straight up her back and then his mouth was at her ear. The sound and the heat of his breathing, together, made her belly dip. Then his lips trailed kisses from her shoulder, down her arm to her hip. Then suddenly his teeth were against her hip and his hand slid from behind, between her legs and cupped possessively, “I need you, Kyla. Mmmm, hello kitty.” He chuckled, clearly pleased with his use of the double entendre. He must have the eyesight of a cat! He was, after all, a ‘creature’ of the night.

“Ouch!” she yelped as his teeth punctured her hip. She wanted to protest and tried to clamp her legs shut and shove his hand away but he flipped her onto her back and started to pull at her clothes. He licked her hip and then moved down to her inner thigh and pierced near where he had first bit her. He pushed the crotch of her shorts aside and started to push a finger, then multiple fingers into her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. For a second he stopped drinking and slithered his tongue inside her, then went back to feeding. She stopped fighting and felt her eyes roll toward the back of her head. He started to grab at the waistband of her shorts. She lifted her bottom so he could get them off. Better than him shredding them.


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