Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Angel, I can’t—” He shook his head, blue eyes blazing, pleading.
She tugged at his back, urging him down. “Let go, Nikolai. I want it.”
With a growl that ricocheted out of his throat and down her spine, Nikolai’s weight covered her as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her in one hard stroke. Hunched around her, his hands curled under her shoulders and clasped tight. Kate cried out at the stretching invasion, but then his fangs sank into her throat, cutting off her voice.
His hips drew back and hammered home at the same time his tongue and teeth sucked a long, hot draw from her veins. The friction and the rush of blood worked together, easing her, melting her, making her hot, tense, and needy all over again.
Inhaling precious air, Kate surrendered to the dark ecstasy brewing between them. As soon as she did, arousal reignited within her body, erasing every care that didn’t involve pleasing him over and over.
Her body was on fire, but her mind was calm. All the angst, all the restlessness, all the questioning—it disappeared the moment they became one.
She buried her hands in his hair and cradled him against her throat. “Take me…take all you need,” she said. He was so thick, so long, and filled her so perfectly, like a missing piece of her very soul she’d searched her whole life for and finally, miraculously, found.
As he fed from her vein, her palm erupted in a new sensation. An ache, to be sure, but this time, it was the burn of a need nearly fulfilled. Any discomfort that remained resulted solely from the incompleteness of her relief. She had no idea what any of this meant, but she knew it the way she knew she needed oxygen, or water. That was how she needed Nikolai.
So good, Katya, so good, so good. I can’t get enough.
She gasped and awe-filled joy brought tears to her eyes. She could hear him again. The way she’d heard him out on that street.
Emotions welled up within her chest and seemed to rework the very DNA in her cells. Intense affection barreled through her veins until she was certain he must taste what she felt for him, what she would always feel for him, no matter what. Electricity spiraled through her and settled low in her belly, building, charging, threatening an explosive release she didn’t think her body could possibly handle.
Stroke after delicious stroke brought his pelvis against her clit. She chased the maddening friction, lifting her hips, meeting his thrusts. Everywhere she reached out, her hands found hot, hard-bodied male flesh. Each breath sucked that incredible male spice—stronger and more attracting than she’d ever smelled it before—into her lungs until her toes curled against the bedding.
Forgive me, brothers. Wanting her doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten you.
The desperate lamentation of his thoughts was so different from her own ecstatic pleasure, the pain behind the words urged a single tear to spill from her eye.
“Oh, Nikolai,” she whispered through a tight throat, her hands stroking his hair. His words confused her—what had happened to his brothers? And were those the names on his back? But that didn’t stop her protectiveness over him from rearing its head. “It’s okay. You’re okay. I’ve got you.”
A strangled moan rang out of him. His fangs withdrew. He laved that healing tingle over his bite before lifting his gaze and meeting her eyes. The sapphire burned with emotion.
Kate cupped his face. “I can hear you,” she whispered. “I don’t know how, but I could out there in that alley, and I can now.”
He opened his mouth to speak, and Kate’s eyes went wide.
Dark red ringed his lips, coated his tongue.
A demanding, foreign hunger erupted in Kate’s gut. She arched up, her mouth crashing into his, and sucked his tongue hard and deep, driven by a relentless need she’d never before experienced.
Kissing him wasn’t enough.
She shoved at his shoulders, and he let her flip them over. Kate’s hips took over their frantic dance, rising and falling over his cock, sucking him deep inside again and again. His big hands gripped her ass, grinding her down and lifting her back up. Her body was poised on the edge of a cliff, ready to fly to the heavens, to free-fall into space.
She just needed more of that red.
Clutching the hard angle of his jaws, Kate kissed him, sucked at him, whined that it wasn’t enough. “What’s happening to me?”
“Jesus, Katherine, talk to me.”
She moaned against his lips. “I don’t know, I don’t know.” Around the parched tightening of her throat, she swallowed, trying to ease the urgent thirst making her nearly insane. “Oh, my God, Nikolai. I want…I feel…”
His hands dug into her hair and forced their gazes to meet. “What, my sweet angel?”
“I want…your blood,” she said so quietly she barely heard the confession leave her own lips.