Under His Reign (To Be Claimed #5) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: , Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
Series: Willow Winters
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Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
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As I force him back, the fire burns up my throat. Cyrus is in there with her. I shove the door open so hard the wood bangs off the wall, startling my Kara. With wide eyes, she stares back at me from the head of my bed. My shirt, a crisp white button-down, is far oversized on her and makes her appear all the more fragile. She’s rolled the sleeves up her forearms. Her damp hair has dried somewhat, and color has returned to her cheeks. Without trying, she’s stunningly beautiful.

Her eyes widen even further, and she somehow manages to scoot back farther from me and press her back against the headboard. It’s only then that I realize I have my fists clenched and I’m practically breathing fire. I slowly calm myself as I glance around the room.

A low growl stays buried beneath my chest as I search the room for any hint of Cyrus. He’s not here, but he was. My nostrils flare; I can smell him. Lucky for both of them I can tell he didn’t touch her. Or at least he didn’t fuck her. With great effort, I relax my posture and look back to Kara. She shifts her weight under my stare and pulls her legs into her chest and under the shirt. Startled at the very least, she swallows thickly but maintains my gaze.

“I didn’t touch anything, if that’s what you’re thinking.” My lip pulls up at one side. What a sweet little liar.

“Tell me, treasure, what did you do then, while I was gone?”

“Nothing.” She’s far too quick to answer and her voice is a higher pitch than it’s been with me.

Deceit is not a good look on her. The fire of the room crackles as I pace my way to her.

There’s no way he came in here without her knowing. The question is: why is she keeping that information from me? She shakes her head calmly, but her heart races and I can easily hear it pounding.

I don’t take my piercing gaze away from her gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Is there anything you’d like to tell me?” I offer her an out as the adrenaline rushes through me and the sickening feeling of being lied to washes over me.

“No.” She swallows loudly and glances at the door that I left cracked before looking back at me. “Have you brought food? I’m hungry.” Her request snaps me out of my predatory gaze.

Apparently keeping secrets from me has made her more submissive. I enjoy that. More so than anticipated. “If it’s all right, I’d like to eat,” she says as if eager for my approval and permission. Her eyes beg me to change the subject, and I know right then and there, Cyrus will answer for this. Not her; not my mate.

As if on cue, the door opens wider with a push of Adora’s hip, she enters with the tray carefully held as the dainty china clicks with every small movement.

I meet her at the entrance, accepting the tray and placing it on the bed in front of Kara.

“Thank you, ma’am?” Kara scoots closer to the tray with her eyes on the older woman.

“Mrs. Adora, dear.” Her voice is much softer and sweeter addressing Kara than she was with me. She carries a gentleness with her as she speaks, although her eyes widen, no doubt assuming a certain situation has occurred, given Kara’s state.

Adora barely glances at me although the questions in her eyes are apparent. I’m quick to dismiss her. “Thank you. You may leave us now.”

As soon as the door closes, Kara reaches for a square of cheese and I bark out the order to stop, a little too loud and a little too abrasive. With wide eyes she stares back at me, clearly taken aback.

“I merely wish to feed you myself.”

Her shoulders relax with obvious relief, but it’s short lived as I climb into the bed beside her. Her heart races as it did before, but the moment I get close enough to feel the heat from her body, the scent of her arousal greets me. Her cheeks are flushed and her heart pounds with desire. I position myself with one leg off the bed and the other tucked under me. I’m close enough to feed her, to touch her, to kiss her. As my cock hardens, I attempt to control the tempting thoughts that ride through me.

Swallowing thickly, I dare to push just a little. I position myself in front of the tray and pat my lap. “Come sit, my little treasure.” Her eyes go round as she looks from me to the tray, all the while that racing heart gives her away. After a moment, she very slowly obliges, settling her ass in my lap. Her warmth is electrifying. With her back to my front, desire stirs the flames deep within my chest. I can barely breathe as she steadies herself by placing her small hand on my thigh. I grab her waist and move her to the center. Her lush ass sits perfectly against my cock.


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