Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
She tenderly cupped his cheek. “Being with your mate is so different?”
“Oh yeah. Not only because you’re my fated one.” He exhaled a breath. “I just . . . I like you, Red. Always have.”
“I like you too, Rök.” They shared a grin until she slid out of her panties, stupefying him. “If you don’t hold back with me, I won’t hold back with you.”
Transfixed by her lush sex, he rubbed his tongue over a fang.
“This will probably work best if you remove your clothes too. Rök?”
“Huh? Ah! On it.” He unbuckled, yanked, and tugged. Stripped before her, that same electrical anticipation before battle hit him—not because his life was on the line but because his future was. This woman was his future. After endless eternities of waiting . . .
Nothing had ever mattered more than what they were about to do. No job. No insurrection. No battle.
“Are you planning to bite me?” she asked.
“Up to you.” He’d gone for casual, but his gaze was rapt on her neck and his voice rumbled, his very vocal cords changing as he grew demonic. “It’ll mark you forever. You ready for forever?”
She lay back on the divan, a fiery beauty well aware of her effect on him. “Convince me.”
“Teasing witch.” He moved between her thighs, rolling her nipples till her hips rocked and the scent of her arousal grew undeniable. Then he caressed down her torso, running the backs of his fingers over her mons.
Lids heavy, Poppy let her arms fall over her head, her knees opening wide in invitation.
Quaking from the effort not to fall upon her, he lowered his hand to her sex. His reverent fingers played with her moisture, daubing it on her clit, making everything slick. When he delved one finger inside, the feel of her tight channel threatened to rob him of his new seed.
It struck him: I could get a pup on her. “Are you on anything?”
She shook her head, red locks gleaming on the divan. “I can drink a tea in the morning, and we’ll be good.”
He was about to give her his seed. Still in disbelief, he worked a second finger inside her sheath, filling her until she gave a throaty moan. Like him, she neared her peak.
“Ah-ah. Don’t come till I’m inside you.” He thrust his fingers. Spread them inside her. Withdrew them. Thrust them deeper.
She shamelessly met his hand. “I’m ready, Rök!” She was, her body opening for him like a bloom.
“How am I doing so far? Earning forever yet?”
Even as tension built in them both, she joked, “One last part of you I want to test-drive before I sign on the dotted line.”
“Then let’s get you behind the wheel.” He slipped his fingers free and positioned himself in the cradle of her thighs. This is actually going to happen. When she nodded, he realized he’d spoken aloud.
Eyes luminous—with arousal—she said, “If you think you can handle it.”
For the first time in his long life, he wondered. . . .
SEVENTEEN
Rök looked wild in his lust, a hot, lathered demon rising above her, one who’d waited thirteen centuries for this.
The chandeliers illuminated the changing contours of his face as he turned more demonic. But the harsh planes were just as stunning to her as his fantasy-worthy body—his brawny arms flexing, his torso muscles rippling down to his narrow waist. The crown of his straining cock glistened.
For me.
The prospect of his size and his bite might have given her pause, but she figured both would be as sublime as everything else they’d shared.
Trusting him, she reached up to feather her fingers over the wounds across his rigid chest. He’d earned those injuries fighting her curse. Yet he was also rapidly healing because of her. Already they were connected.
“You are exquisite, mate.” He teased her nipples between his fingers, gently plucking them as she arched to follow the sensations. “I’ll be fighting off rivals for eternity.”
All attitude, she said, “If I sign on.” But she had. Poppy wasn’t just his; Rök had been meant for her too. Fate had it right.
“Have my work cut out for me, then.” When the tip of his cock kissed her damp entrance, he hissed in a breath. He fisted the base of his shaft to guide it home. A tilt of his hips . . . nudging, nudging inside her hungry core.
Her eyes widened at the fullness, but she rocked up for more.
“Dark gods, you’re hugging the head.” As he pressed into her, stretching her, a growl rumbled from his chest. Inch by inch, he fed her his length, sweating from the effort to go slow.
A bead descended from his neck and clung to one chiseled pec. She traced the drop to his nipple, scraping the wet tip with her nail.
Despite his shudder of delight, he grated, “You’re testing my control? A demon on the verge of losing it?”