Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 41683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
He must sense that I'm on the edge, because he presses his lips to my ear. "If I come in you, I'm going to knot with you, little Valkyrie," he whispers.
"K-knot?"
"My cock will stay lodged in your perfect body until your womb is full of my seed. I won't be able to pull out until the knot releases."
My core clenches, a moan breaking from my lips.
"Helvete," he breathes. "You want it."
"Yes. Please, Reaper," I sob, desperate to know what it feels like to have him knotted with me, unable to leave my body, helpless to do anything but give me every drop of himself. I'm not afraid. Nothing has ever sounded more like heaven. "Please."
He roars my name, driving into me with almost punishing force. He's so freaking massive, even being careful, he's a beast. But I crave it. Crave him.
God, I love the way he feels on top of me. I love the way he moves inside of me.
My climax hits me like a tidal wave, tearing a scream from my throat as it surges through me. It's a blinding, world-altering sensation. I clutch him tighter as it rips through me, my body convulsing around him. Heat floods through me, burning away every thought until all that's left is pure pleasure.
His mouth finds mine in the chaos, his lips hot and demanding against my own. He devours my cries of ecstasy with an insatiable hunger, his amber eyes blazing with a primal desire that mirrors my own.
The pleasure is so intense it's nearly unbearable as I quake around him, gasping his name. In response, he gives a powerful final thrust and then he's there with me—caught up in his own release.
His massive body tenses above mine before he shudders violently, a strangled cry falling from his lips. I feel his knot as it slams into place in my body, locking us together like puzzle pieces. It feels so freaking good, I come again as he spills into me, his face buried in my throat. Our cries of ecstasy fill the room—our soul-searing connection crackling like a living flame between us.
We collapse together, tangled up in one another, knotted, and panting. His forehead rests against mine, our breaths ragged and mingling. He wraps his strong arms around me, cradling me close as his lips press against my forehead—a tender act that feels more intimate than anything we've done tonight.
And as we lay there, clinging to one another, still knotted together, I know that this moment will be etched in my memory forever, eclipsing every single thing that came before.
Chapter Eight
Tori
The world outside the safehouse is a tempest of noise. Cascades of rain fall in sheets, cutting through the pervasive fog clinging to Seattle. Reaper stands in the midst of this tempest, arms crossed and his amber eyes ablaze with determination.
Water drips down his beautiful face, highlighting every line and contour. The striking effect gives him a stark, primal edge that makes my heart race. Unfortunately for him, the way my blood heats is the furthest thing from my mind.
"I need to see them," I plead, my fingers clenched around the thin necklace I wear. It's the last tangible link I have to my parents. They gave it to me on my eighteenth birthday.
I know Reaper understands my need, my desire to bid farewell to those who gave me life. But danger lurks in every shadow. And it's his job to protect me from harm. No, not his job. It's written into his genetic code, a biological imperative unique to his race. Fae warriors protect their mates above all else.
It's damn inconvenient that he actually has a reason to worry right now. We've been in Seattle for three days. We haven't seen a single Forsaken, but no one believes that's because they've magically decided to give up. They just haven't found us yet.
I know asking him to let me go out there means risking us being found. But they're my parents. The newspaper said their funeral was yesterday. I didn't get to go. But I need to say goodbye. I can't move on until I say goodbye.
"Tori," Reaper says gently. "It's not safe."
I pivot on him, my body radiating frustration and anger. "I can protect myself," I shoot back vehemently.
"I have no doubt that you can," he replies firmly. We both know it's a lie. Rissa and Abigail are trying to teach me to find my Light, but I haven't so much as sensed it in the last three days. It's as if I healed Reaper in a vacuum. Whatever I did, I can't seem to do it again now, no matter how hard I try. "But why risk it when you don't have to?"
My lower lip trembles slightly before I bite down on it, trying to avoid the imminent meltdown. Why risk it?