Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
When she's finished, she arches a brow at me, as if daring me to find fault with her progress. I simply grunt in response and carry the empty plate to the sink, satisfied that Damrion and I have provided for our mate.
As I cross back to them, Damrion stands, lifting her into his arms. “Come, ást-meer. Time to rest,” he murmurs.
Her body molds to his, protests falling from her lips. “I don’t want to rest, Damrion.” Her fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt. “I want to see Eitr. It feels like it’s been a lifetime since I was here last. I want to see the damage.”
"Later, Abigail,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. Damrion has never been good at denying her much of anything when she pleads. He’s always been wrapped around her finger in that way.
And so have I. She’s always been a breath of fresh air flowing through Eitr, bringing Light and laughter and vibrancy to it. It’s impossible to tell her no when her smile makes saying yes so rewarding.
But the damage to the village is extensive. Seeing it will only break her heart. That’s the last thing she needs right now.
So Damrion stands firm, refusing to relent despite the adorable pout on her face. He carries her upstairs, with her grumbling the entire way. I follow behind, fighting a smile.
She doesn’t like to be told no.
As soon as the door closes behind us, she’s squirming in his arms, demanding that he put her down.
He relents with a sigh, reluctantly placing her on her feet. She immediately spins to face us, hands on her hips, head tilted back. I eye her warily, all too familiar with that look on her face.
Damrion tries to usher her toward the bed, but she evades him, ducking under his arm with a defiant smirk.
"You two can rest if you're tired," she says, pulling her shirt off over her head. It dangles from her fingertips for a moment before falling to the floor at her feet. "I'm going to shower."
Faen. She’s a temptress.
She strides that way, her hips swaying dangerously as she shimmies out of her pants. They slide down her thick thighs, pooling at her feet. She steps out of them, tossing a smirk at us over her shoulder before she disappears into the bathroom.
Damrion and I share a look.
"She needs rest," I say.
"Ja." His hands flex at his sides as if itching to take control of the situation.
The sound of the shower starting reaches us, and our already shaky resolve shatters. We break like straw men. We stalk that way, shedding our shirts as we move. By the time we step into the bathroom, we’re already stripping out of our pants, too.
Abigail is already under the water. It cascades over her curvy body, slicking her hair and skin. My cock throb at the sight.
"Changed your mind about resting?" she smirks as I yank the shower door open, mischief and desire sparkling in her eyes.
"Seems we have," I growl, stepping into the shower and pulling her close.
Damrion is right behind me, crowding her from the other side.
My lips crash against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. She moans, pressing her body to mine. Damrion places his lips against the side of her throat, his hand sliding between her legs.
She gasps, reaching for my cock.
“Adriel,” she breathes against my lips, her other hand closing around Damrion. She strokes us, commands us, owns us.
Faen. She isn’t a temptress. She’s a goddess.
"Make her come, Damrion,” I groan, dropping to my knees at her feet.
"Ja,” he growls, guiding her leg up over my shoulder.
I trace the line where her thigh meets her pussy, spreading her open to me. My tongue dips into her folds, dancing against her clit.
Damrion notches himself at her entrance from behind, thrusting forward. He doesn’t take it slow. He drives all the way in to the hilt in one deep thrust.
"Gods, yes!" she cries, clawing at the wall.
I lap at her pussy, licking and sucking. My tongue brushes against Damrion’s cock, licking the taste of her from him. He growls my name so I do it again, and then again. Within seconds, I’m lapping at them both, eating her, licking him, driving all three of us mad as he fucks her.
"Adriel, Damrion, please... I'm so close," she pants, desperation in her voice. I feel her trembling, the orgasm building inside her.
Damrion’s thrusts grow more demanding, deeper. “Come for us, Abigail,” he growls. “Let go.”
I force my tongue into her hole alongside his cock. She shouts when she feels it, shattering like glass. Her cries of pleasure echo off the walls as she comes all over Damrion.
I feel his hand in my hair, yanking my head back. His golden eyes are wild as they land on my face. "Inside me, Fae," he orders. "Now."