Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
“I can really stay here?” she asked, her gaze moving away, her lip finding itself between her teeth.
“Yes.”
“You don’t need to ask—“
“No,” I cut her off.
“But isn’t he your—“
“Not really,” I said. “We may defer to Ace because he’s the oldest and because he knows the most, but he isn’t the boss. Not really. This is more like a community here. We do what we want with our personal lives, but coexist.”
“I will have to figure something out eventually. When my father comes around.”
“We will figure something out,” I assured her. Since it seemed like her father and she were a package deal.
“Bael…” she said, shaking her head.
“I’m not demanding anything from you,” I said, shrugging. “But I am happy to accept anything you want to give me.”
“I… feel things toward you,” she admitted. “Things I don’t really understand. But I’m not ready to say this is a forever sort of thing.”
“I understand.”
“Or that I am willing to give away a piece of my soul to become immortal.”
“I understand that too.”
“But I like being with you.”
“So be with me.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You’re not. And if you need to in the future, that’s fine.”
“Can I ask you something?”
“Sure.”
“Do you really hate humans?” she asked.
“Yes. For the most part. You’re the exception.”
“Why?”
“Fuck if I know,” I admitted. “Maybe it’s because you’re everything most of them aren’t. Calm. Level-headed. Rational. Willing to be wrong. Willing to grow. That’s the shit they struggle with. It makes them do stupid shit over and over throughout their history. But you’re not like that. It’s… refreshing.”
“So, that’s why you like me? Because I’m smart and rational?” she asked.
“Does that bother you?” I shot back, confused by her tone.
“No. It’s just… I’m kind of relieved,” she admitted.
“Why?”
“Because I was worried that the whole Claiming thing was completely out of your control. That it just happens. Whether you actually liked me or not.”
“It is out of my control. But I don’t think it could happen if I didn’t already like you, babe. Never wanted a human woman before. But I swear to fuck, the moment I saw you, I wanted you. That says something to me. And while I’m not asking it of you, it would be lucky as fuck if you felt something like that for me,” I told her, wrapping my arms around her waist. “But until then, I’m just happy to take whatever you’re offering.”
Her hands slid up my chest, then went around my neck, going up on her tiptoes to seal her lips to mine, and make it perfectly clear what she was offering.
And I was happy to take.
As many times as she wanted to give.
It wasn’t long before our clothes were gone, and I was slamming her back against the wall, my cock thrusting inside of her. Hard. Deep. As her nails raked down my back and my talons sliced into her ass as I fucked her.
Her pussy spasmed around mine as she came the first time, her cries muffled by my lips on hers.
Grabbing her, I turned her, pressing her face into the wall as I surged into her from behind. Her perfect ass arched back toward me as I fucked her, looking all too fucking inviting.
“Suck,” I demanded as I stuck my thumb in her mouth, feeling her saliva getting it nice and lubricated before pulling it back out, and pressing it into her ass.
The moan she let out at the sensation nearly undid me right then.
“Touch your pussy for me,” I demanded, fucking her with my cock and my thumb, wanting to see just how hard I could make her come from all three sensations. “That’s a good fucking girl,” I growled as she toyed with her clit as I kept fucking her, as I felt her tightening around me, as she got closer, then crashed down into an orgasm that had her screaming out my name, that had me slamming all the way in and rocking my release deep inside of her.
“What?” I asked when she let out a little laugh after the orgasm finally finished.
“I feel like I am both too old and too educated to respond to being called a Good girl like that,” she admitted, shaking her head.
A chuckle moved through me at that. “If it makes you feel better, I’m not saying you’re a good girl. You’re my good girl. Seems like there’s a difference,” I told her as I slid out of her.
“Oddly enough, as illogical an argument as that is, it does make me feel better,” she admitted with a smile.
With that, she made her way to the bathroom, cleaning up, then coming back out and climbing into bed.
“Am I joining you?” I asked after coming out of the bathroom myself.
“Under one condition.”
“Okay?”
“I get to use your wings as a blanket,” she said, giving me a big smile.