Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 138274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138274 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
“I have a vampire for you.” And he didn’t care who killed it. “No one knows where he lives but me. He’s been in the human world, that’s how I ran into him, and I didn’t guess what he was back then. I’m sure now, though. I can deliver a kill to you that will get the master’s attention—and that’s what you want, right. When you go to those meetings and you stand in the crowd, you picture yourself more important than you are now. And how does that happen? You prove yourself.”
It was the Mickey syndrome. They were all just like his cousin—and he certainly wasn’t going to bring up how Mickey had ended up.
Not that he cared what happened to these three. As long as he could bring Nathaniel’s body to Uncle—and then kill that old bastard himself, that was all that mattered.
That gun slowly lowered. “Tell me more,” the woman growled.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
Nalla felt lighter as she re-formed next to Nate’s log cabin, her corporeal body floating like snow falling when the flakes were big and happy and there was no wind, just spin, spin, spin. In fact, she all but skipped to the front door—and there her male was, opening things up, holding his arms out.
She squealed as she jumped into him and was caught, and oh yeah, he was solid as a mountain—and the way his mouth found hers? It was like they’d been separated for thirty years instead of three hours.
But time was relative, wasn’t it.
They kissed their way backwards through the door and all the way down the stairs, and as they flopped on the bed, the over-day bag she’d brought with her got tossed aside in favor of all kinds of clothes disappearing. And then she was naked and stretched out, and he was naked and poised over her.
Except he didn’t mount her.
“Look at you,” he said as the scent of his bonding flooded her senses. “You know something…”
“What?” she said.
“A female like you needs to be worshipped.”
Nate backed up, and pulled her down with him so that her lower legs were hanging off the end of the bed. When he knelt before her, she knew what was coming, and thankfully, she was already flat on her back.
Because the thought of where he was going with that mouth of his? Her legs went weak.
“I want to taste you,” he murmured as he parted her thighs.
As she moaned, his lips were a soft brushing on the inside of her knee, and the higher the butterfly kisses went, the more antsy and desperate she got, and the more she wanted him to keep her in this aching anticipation. She was writhing as he finally sealed his mouth on her sex, and the explosion of sensation as hot and wet met hot and wet was so intense, she orgasmed right against his lips.
Which going by his growl of satisfaction was clearly what he’d intended.
With his hands reaching up and capturing her breasts, he stayed where he was, penetrating her with his tongue, making her feel so good that she forgot where she was—while she knew exactly who she was with.
When he finally eased back, he wiped his hand across his chin and mouth, then licked up his own palm. After that, it was on. Still holding her thighs wide, he went into her sex with his erection, spearing her in a powerful thrust that made her cry out.
The rhythm was relentless, his face tight with harsh lines of need as he rode her. To keep from being pushed down the bed, she wrapped her legs around him and linked her ankles behind his ass. All she could do was hold on, her hands fisting the covers, a slapping sound rising up from where he pumped into her core. Looming over her, in a magnificent display, she watched his full-body tattoo move over his muscles as they flexed and released to the beat of his wild movements.
The vines and the snakes and the clouds were alive.
For a moment, what she knew about the tattoo—its origins and purpose—threatened to pull her out of the moment. But his past was going to be with them always, and she’d meant what she’d said. She hated it, yet she wasn’t afraid of it.
And she was sticking with her male.
Squeezing her eyes shut, Nalla reconnected with her body and felt another release coming for her. She didn’t fight it. She let the pulses go through her and grip his shaft and head—which was when he started coming, his arousal kicking, deep inside her pelvis.
For all the times they’d made love, this was different.
Maybe it was the way she knew she felt. Maybe it was something she sensed on his side. It didn’t matter. Whatever it was… was right.
Suddenly, he was pulling out and breaking free of the cage of her legs. For a split second, she was confused—