Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
“Plus, there’s a sexual theme going on here,” Delilah went on. “It could be interpreted as Seth flirting with her in a roundabout way.”
“I’d agree, but look at how enthralled most people in this arena are.”
Delilah glanced around. “Huh. He did this for the masses.”
“That would be my guess,” said Wynter. “Throwing something boring as a dig at Ishtar would have made everything about her. To me, this says he doesn’t care enough about their past to bother with digs.”
Delilah pursed her lips. “I never thought of it like that, but yeah, I see it now.”
Feeling eyes on her, Wynter looked to see Cain staring right at her, his usual promise of sex glittering in his eyes. That easily, a jolt of need surged through her. It was like his ability to touch her all the way down to her soul—something nothing else had been able to truly do since before she died—had trained her very being to respond to him. Sometimes, it felt like her body knew he was the only thing that would ever make her feel that way; sometimes felt like it would always crave him.
“So … how long are you going to ban me from selling karma potions?” asked Delilah.
Wynter looked at her. “Oh, for, like, ever.”
“Why do you have to overreact?”
“I’m overreacting by wanting you to avoid activities that would put your life in jeopardy?” Wynter slammed up a hand. “No, I’m not going over all this again.” She’d already reamed Delilah’s ass over it this morning.
“Acting as conduits for karma is what my family has always done—all the way back to Annis.”
“Who was a child killer and cannibal, so forgive me if I don’t condone the ‘path’ she put your family line on. And let’s be honest, none of you are truly interested in acting on behalf of karma. No, you all use that excuse to justify the crap you do to people.”
“That’s not true.”
Wynter lifted her shoulders. “True or not, the situation we have here remains the same—you cannot keep selling those potions if you want to live a long life. The demon could have killed you, Del.”
“But instead, he bought cock-lengthening potions. His girl sent me flowers for teaching him a lesson and improving her sex life. I provide a service to the community.”
“Service my ass. And it might have worked out all right this time, but if there’s a next time, you might not be so lucky. Plus, as you’re already well aware, I’d rather we didn’t make enemies here.”
“Says the Priestess who pissed off berserkers, made a bitchy Ancient all green-eyed, and kicked a severed head at Azazel’s aide.”
“I’m not a Priestess.”
“That’s what you’re gonna focus on right now? Really?”
*
Standing at the foot of his bed later that evening, Cain watched his cock disappear into Wynter’s mouth again and again, riveted by the sight in a way he couldn’t explain. Seeing her soft lips stretched tight around his shaft … it did something to him. Brought out a primitive satisfaction in him every single time.
The pleasure went beyond mere physical stimulation, because this wasn’t just a convenient mouth. The woman propped up on her hands and knees on his bed wasn’t simply a convenient body. Wynter was … more.
He tangled his fist in her hair as a dark wave of possessiveness rose up inside him. It was too dark. Dangerous. Unstable, even. But he did nothing to fight it.
She sucked harder, faster, and a growl rattled his chest.
“That fucking mouth,” he gritted out. “My fucking mouth.”
Her eyes snapped to his, glazed over with a hunger that gripped his balls.
“Hand,” he demanded, holding out his own. “The one wearing my mark.”
She hesitated, unsure.
“I won’t let you fall. You know better than to think I would.”
Careful not to lose her balance, she lifted one hand and gave it to him.
“I didn’t tell you to stop sucking, did I?”
She shot him a narrow-eyed look but went back to sliding her lips up and down his shaft.
He pushed at the center of her palm, knowing it’d feel like he’d plunged his thumb into her pussy, and felt her breathing stutter around his cock. He did nothing other than that. He didn’t want to make her come yet. He just wanted her to feel him everywhere. If he could have given her that same sensation in her ass, he would have.
She kept taking him in and out of her mouth, instinctively trying to throw her hips at the ‘thumb’ filling her, as if desperately needing the friction. Still, he didn’t give it to her. He kept on enjoying the feel and sight of her swallowing him down again and again … until he fucking had to be inside her.
“Enough.” Tightening his fist in her hair, he wrenched her head back and swept his thumb over her swollen lower lip. “Don’t know what I love more. Seeing you suck me off, or feeling you do it. I could watch you swallow my dick for hours. But right now”—he tugged on her hair, urging her up to her knees and guiding her closer—“I want to bury my cock so deep inside you you’ll never get it out.”