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)
“Nallaaaaaaaaaaaa—”
“More,” she commanded him. “Give me… more.”
The animal sounds he made deep in his throat were something he tried to keep a lid on, and good idea on that. The bedroom wasn’t insulated for that kind of noise. What a cheat, though. She wanted to hear him loud and clear, hear her name again, hear all the moans. But she made do with what she got because there was also a perverse pleasure in witnessing him try to control himself.
And Nate’s tattooed body was so magnificent, from the sheer size of it, with his thicker bones and muscles, to the veins that were like ropes under his smooth skin. Sure she was a physically strong female, and he was right, she was good in a fight. But the power in him fascinated her, especially as he kicked out a knee and nearly punctured the mattress as he drove his heel into it.
Kneeling over his sex, she kept going, stroking him up and down, feeling the hot jets that came out of him slick things up, watching the ink in his skin undulate under the gloss until it looked like the tattoo was growing in size, the ivy twining, the snakes spooling, the clouds coming in like a weather front, all emanating from the skull at his sternum that was not evil, not fierce or horrific… but a memento mori that all living things die.
Or should.
And as that occurred to her, he stilled, the last of the pulses leaving his arousal and landing on his stomach.
His lids, which had been squeezed tight, lifted and he focused on her.
Taking her hand from him, Nalla put her fingers to her lips. Extending her tongue, she licked up the lengths, then slipped them into her mouth. With slow, easy penetrations, she mimicked what she knew he wanted to do with her sex, what she wanted him to do with it—
Another hoarse sound of need rippled out of him.
She glanced down at his erection. The swollen length kicked of its own volition—and she discovered that the more she fucked her own mouth, the more he came again. Without realizing what she was doing, she rocked her hips against his thigh, the one that wasn’t out to the side, the seam of the pants she had on hitting her just right—
“Nate…” she groaned as she let her head fall back.
Her orgasm slammed into her, tackling her so hard, she had to throw out her free hand and catch herself to keep from falling on him—
In a rush, Nate sat up on his hips, righted her easily, and replaced her fingers with his tongue as he kissed her deep and hard. With a rough hand, he yanked out the tie in her hair, and the dull pain sharpened her pleasure, especially as he grabbed a fistful of the tangling waves.
More orgasms were had.
Before the stillness finally came back.
Their faces were so close together, she saw each of his lashes and the flecks of dark blue in his eyes and the beard growth that was coming in on his jaw. For no good reason, she wondered what he looked like shaving as he stood in front of his own reflection, at a bathroom sink. Or maybe he did it in the shower, without a mirror, his practice-made-perfect such that he didn’t require guidance, but knew all the angles of his face, his head?
For a moment, she lied to herself and imagined these intimate details were the promise of their future, things to discover and cherish, tendrils to entangle them in the best of ways because they were private secrets only a partner knew, vulnerability witnessed and shared as personal habits were performed.
Like his orgasms, she wanted them all—
Knock-knock-knock.
“Hey, Nalla,” came a familiar female voice. “I am about to make cookies. Would you like to help?”
With a jerk, Nalla looked to the door. She hadn’t locked it.
“Um, hi, Rahvyn,” she said roughly. “Gimme a minute and I’ll come right down.”
There was a pause. “Are you okay? You sound… odd.”
Flushing, she tried to stay cool. In spite of the fact that she had a very naked male all up close and personal. “I’m fine, just fine, yup. Two secs.”
“Great, I will get everything out.”
Nalla bugged her eyes and went to look at Nate—
Her silly expression instantly faded. Her lover was staring at the panels of the door like he’d seen a ghost.
Or maybe someone he couldn’t forget.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
It went in through here.”
At the induction site downtown, Zsadist pounded on a steel vault door as he spoke. He’d called in his location as soon as the lesser had gotten in the elevator, and Phury and Xcor had come right over. But it had been too late by the time he’d blown the basement’s fire exit in the far corner.
All he’d gotten was a quick look at the scrawny slayer and a name. Evan.