Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 429(@200wpm)___ 343(@250wpm)___ 286(@300wpm)
I’d come in my boxers at this rate. I’d fucking cover myself in cum all because I couldn’t wait to climb inside this girl.
Our kiss turned deadly as her hands vanished to my belt. My brain short-circuited. Why would she help me ruin her? Why would she willingly let me take her final piece?
Because she feels it too.
It’s inescapable.
I grunted as her tiny hand cupped me.
I bit her lip so hard, metallic blood bloomed between us, sending our kiss from violent to feral.
I rolled onto my back, keeping her plastered to me, driving up with my hips, fucking desperate to be balls deep inside her.
She dug her hands into my chest like she had when she’d been high on elixir and struggling to get off. She rocked over me, her mouth lax, her skin luminescent, her hair totally wild.
A part of me cracked and fell.
Fell into an abyss that I daren’t fucking label.
But my heart knew what it was.
Death.
Death by a thousand acknowledgments that this girl would one day not only destroy me but also own me, kill me, consume me.
We both grunted like beasts, clawing to remove my clothing to finish this disaster. Our hands fought to rip my zipper down. Our chests panting for breath.
My back crushed grass, releasing the tart greenness into the air, the scent mingling with our musky desire. When my trousers finally released, a rush of savage need catapulted through my bloodstream.
I reached up and grabbed Eleanor’s throat, ready to throw her onto all fours. Ready to mount her. Fuck her. Kill us both with rapture.
But a dive-bomb of sharp beak and vibrant feathers aimed straight toward my eyes.
The sharpness almost punctured my pupil as I turned my head and threw my hands up to protect myself. The missile came again. And again.
I rolled, shoving Eleanor off me. The attack kept coming even as I stood and ducked the flurry of ferocity.
“Stop. Hey! Don’t do that.” Eleanor tried to help me despite everything I’d done.
Bracing myself for blindness, I blinked and locked gazes with my attacker.
And the world stopped for entirely new reasons.
“Skittles?”
The second I said her name, the tiny caique stopped her mission to murder me, squawking indignantly and flying to land proudly on Eleanor’s shoulder.
My mouth fell open.
What.
The.
Ever.
Living.
Fuck.
Chapter Eighteen
SULLY SWITCHED FROM RABID to frozen.
His lips still glistened from our kiss and his chest still rose and fell with tattered breath, but all hint of carnal connection vanished the moment his gaze locked on the tiny bird that’d chosen that moment to claim me as its own.
Little feathers bristled by my ear. A tune of disgruntled chirps fell quietly from its beak. It reminded me of a disapproving relative—slightly afraid, mostly disturbed, but defiantly protective.
Sully swallowed and shook his head, his eyebrows tugging low over his blistering blue gaze. Ever so slowly, he zipped up his trousers, buckled his belt, and dragged both hands through his hair.
His motions were meticulous and refined, his moods mercurial in their swiftness.
Why did he care that a parrot had befriended me? He had one. He loved Pika more than he was capable of loving someone of his own species. Why couldn’t I have a confidant like him?
I braced my shoulders, nudging my cheek against the feathered creature. The parrot puffed up, covering my cheek with beak kisses.
Sully actually groaned with dismay.
My heart flip-flopped. My stomach turned gooey. I’d gone from fighting my dangerous emotions toward Sully to falling madly in love with a bird.
Sully pinched the bridge of his nose as if warding off a headache. When he finally dropped his hand, a thin veneer of composure covered him, but something behind it ached with pain. His sea gaze snatched mine. “Care to tell me why you stole my caique?”
I balled my hands, activating blisters from rowing. He could take away my freedom. He could steal away my heart. But he couldn’t accuse me of theft when I hadn’t done so. “It followed me when I left in the kayak.”
“It?” He cleared his throat. “It’s a she.” A softness glimmered in his stare. “She came from the same clutch as Pika.”
I tasted something I hadn’t had before. Conversation. A glimpse behind the curtain that made up the man before me. “They’re siblings?”
“I suppose you could call them that.”
“Where did they come from?”
His lips pressed together, refusing to reply, but Skittles squeaked and flew around Sully’s head. She didn’t land on him, though. She returned to me, settling lightly on my shoulder as if she’d always been welcome there.
He sighed heavily as if pissed by this change of events, hurting by the fact I’d earned affection from something he believed was his own. “Fourteen years ago, I found her in a wire bottom cage.” His temper flickered, threading with his sudden gentleness. “I stole the eggs and hatched them. They’ve been with me ever since.”