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)
“Do you?”
“Yes.” He backed her into the bed. “Every time you walk into this room, I want you to remember what I did to you right here on this bed. I want you to remember that you’re mine.”
She snorted. “Like you ever let me forget. Now get your cock out and do me. I can feel my energy coming back, so it’s gonna be hard for me to sleep tonight unless you can fuck the energy right back out of me.”
He felt his mouth kick up. “That’s a challenge I’m happy to accept.”
*
“You know, I had it in my head that it’d be good to come to the surface for some fresh air,” Delilah said, as they all wandered around the plaza the following evening. “But the air weirdly feels fresher in the underground city.”
“It really does,” agreed Wynter. Still, it was nice to occasionally stroll around the surface and have a little change of scenery. The main reason she insisted on it now and then, though, was that it was good for Anabel to leave the house. Her natural anxiety only worsened if she confined herself inside four walls for too long. And since the blonde currently needed to top up on supplies, Wynter had proposed a shopping trip.
As usual, Anabel was as edgy and hypervigilant as a soldier in a warzone. But rather than walk slowly and hesitantly, she moved with speed and purpose, clearly determined to get the whole thing over with so she could go home.
Wynter asked her, “What else is on the list?”
“We’ve bought everything other than the bottle of wine I need,” said Anabel, who put all kinds of stuff into her potions so that they didn’t taste disgusting.
Hattie gestured up ahead. “There’s a liquor store over here.”
“Excellent,” said Anabel, who then led the way to the shop.
Inside, the blonde grabbed a grocery basket and wandered down the first aisle, scanning the various bottles that filled the floor-to-ceiling racks. Wynter and the others trailed behind her, acting as mules to carry whatever bottles she selected.
At one point, Xavier shoved the two he was holding at Delilah and then strolled over to a very pretty assistant who’d just descended a sliding ladder. “I do not think we have met,” he said, his accent now distinctly Italian. He held out his hand. “Alessandro.”
Flushing, the girl shook it. “Posy.”
He grinned. “An unusual name, is it not?”
Wynter shook her head and turned away.
“So,” began Delilah, eyeing her with a smirk, “I heard a few thuds and moans while I was meditating yesterday. Sounded like you and Cain had a whole lot of fun christening your bed. He strikes me as a man who’s good with his hands. Am I right? I’m right, aren’t I?”
He used every tool in his sexual arsenal exceptionally well, not merely his hands, but Wynter wasn’t one to kiss and tell. “You’ll just have to use your imagination.”
“Oh, I do. Believe me. Any woman with a pulse would. But I need some details.”
“No, you don’t. You’re simply being nosy.”
“And you’re simply being mean by giving me nothing.”
Hattie gently nudged Wynter. “Why are you being so secretive? I never took you for a prude.”
Wynter frowned. “I’m not a prude. I merely don’t like to blab all about my sex life.”
“Whyever not?” asked Hattie. “I do it all the time.”
“And we often wish you didn’t.”
Delilah chuckled. “You do sometimes overshare, Hattie.”
The old woman sniffed. “When you reach my age you don’t bother minding your words. Too much effort. I’ve never really had a problem talking openly about sex, though. Nobody should. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. One of my husbands, Herb, blushed every time I mentioned sex. He was boring in bed. But not in other women’s beds—well, metaphorical beds. He usually had sex with them in his car. His excuse for cheating on me was that a man had to treat his wife like a lady and save his darker urges for prostitutes.”
Delilah snorted. “Darker urges are the most fun.”
Hattie let out a cackle. “I can’t argue there. I’d have been happy to entertain those urges of his if he’d only given me the option.”
“How did you find out he was cheating on you?”
“Same way I found out about my other husbands. I followed him in my crow form. Not one of them noticed. Not even Herb when I shit on his head.”
Anabel turned to them. “Right, I’m done.”
They all headed to the checkout desk, where Xavier caught up to them. Apparently in a gracious mood, he grabbed all four bags. As they left the store, he waved a little slip of paper and gave them a smug smile. “I got myself a date.”
“As Xavier or Alessandro?” asked Hattie, trying and failing to replicate the accent he’d used when introducing himself to the assistant.
“Alessandro, of course. Playing the role of Italian stallion is always fun.” He slid the paper into his back pocket. “I have some Italian blood in my heritage.”