Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
“Because I don’t like not being able to provide for you.”
The hand of mine that’s closest to his nearby thigh gently lands on it. “It’s okay, Beanstalk. Sometimes it’s more fun to learn with someone you care about than already know everything on your own.”
His fingers lovingly flex against my side in gratitude.
“Now, tell me what happens if we do want to be together forever.”
“We bond.”
“Which means…?”
“After I finish properly courting you,” Ptur playfully insists, face falling a little closer to mine, “I would ask for one last confirmation of consent that you want me to be your Fated Mate, explain the risks to rewards that come with it, and then once I have it arrange for a long lovemaking session that ends with me biting you here.” His index finger unexpectedly drags itself along the side of my neck, pulling out a small sharp breath from my parted lips. “Hard.”
The single growled word receives an airy moan and a mindless motion to offer up the territory now.
“It would draw blood,” another gentle stroke to the stretched space is given, “but you’d be so busy coming on my cock you wouldn’t even fucking notice.”
Ohmygod, yes, please.
Bond.
Wetness builds between my thighs deepening an ache part of me thinks is insane to have at this early stage of our relationship.
“You would keep screaming my name while I licked the wounds shut, leaving behind my essence to fuse with yours.” The gentle grabbing of my chin captures another soft gasp at the same time our gazes meet. “And then I’d start the session all over again only stopping when your body reaches a point where you can’t even breathe without thinking of me.”
Immeasurable desperation has my other hand reaching over to give his loose tie an anxious tug. “Can we practice for that moment? Textbooks and self-care reading material all recommend rehearsing for such lifechanging moments.”
An arrogant smile is attached to his mouth inching dangerously closer. “Is that what my Fated Mate really wants?”
“Yes,” the breathless response is instantly echoed. “Yes. God, ye-”
The last letter of the word is swept away by his tongue slipping across mine. While the first swipe successfully stops the conversation from continuing, the next seems to establish a sense of dominance we’re both craving. His hand possessively latches onto the nape of my neck. Tightens as he dives deeper and deeper into the wet confines. Anchors me in place during the chasing and catching of the slippery muscle he’s determined to enslave. Pulls of his tie occur around greedy moans and greedy moans grow in frequency the more aggressive his grip becomes.
Having his lips abruptly slide off of mine receives a pout of disapproval prior to me trying to drag him back to where he belongs. Ptur cockily grins against my cheek, gently scrapes his teeth down past my jawbone, and ferally nips at the flesh that he can’t wait to mark.
Hell, that I can’t wait to have marked.
Consummate.
The heavy panting that’s expelled each time he sinks them into the sensitive skin is so deliciously hypnotizing that I can’t stop myself from abandoning the suit accessory to thread my fingers through his platinum littered locks. One harsh yank is all it takes to have him breaking the surface of the skin. Drawing droplets of blood. Lowering me backward onto the blanket while licking and groaning and grinding his frame against mine. My eyes roll into the back of my head during the happy succumbing to our new position; however, just as the tips of his fingers skim across the top of my tit an unexpected squeak momentarily separates us.
Craning my neck upward allows me to see Dae with both hands respectfully covering her eyes. “Sorry!”
“I’m not,” Z teasingly counters beside her. “Catching P rounding first claw is shit I didn’t think I’d see before five hundred.”
His statement receives a long puff of platinum shimmery smoke that I push myself up through. “How old are you now?”
“Three hundred,” his Fated Mate replies at the same time she drops her hands back to her sides. “Time moves totally different on this side of The Fog.” Worry swiftly wedges itself into her expression. “OhmyGreat Ones, have you two had that talk, yet? About The Fog and humans and magic? Because if not, I totally need to wait to say what it is I’m here to say.”
Ptur carefully readjusts my hair to hide the top of my exposed chest on a casual, “You may continue.” Once he’s convinced that my tits are hidden enough, he nods at his handiwork and gives her his full attention. “And then you may leave.”
“Ptur,” I promptly scold.
“They interrupted something very important.”
“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Z taunts a second time on an even more impish smirk.
It doesn’t.
However, in all honesty, it’s probably best that they did.
Not sure having sex in front of my mother’s glass prison with the being responsible for trapping her in there—a being I’ve really only known on more than paper for a few hours—is the wisest thing I should be doing.