Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
Fine.
There’s silence for a moment. Then: Everything all right?
Yep. Everything’s fine.
Doesn’t sound like it. Have you gone to see Beatrix yet?
No. We’re staying until tomorrow. Beatrix is hunting or something.
Quiet again. I sense some anger. Why are you upset?
I’m not upset.
You can’t lie when I can feel it, Willow. What’s going on? Has someone hurt you?
“No!” I say out loud, then I sigh, sitting up against the upholstered headboard.
Well, if no one’s hurt you, what’s the matter? You’re stewing about something.
I close my eyes a moment, then sigh.
I found out…about you and Alora.
Silence again, only this time it’s deafening.
That was a long time ago, Willow.
I know.
So why be angry about it?
I’m not angry.
Jealous, then.
I’m not jealous, I counter, rolling my eyes, and I can’t believe it, but he chuckles.
You are.
You know what? Just leave me alone please. I’m not jealous. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.
Another laugh. Sure, okay.
I sink lower in the plush bed, pulling the quilt over my face.
You have nothing to worry about. It was just a stupid, drunk night for both of us. Nothing even happened.
I don’t respond. I don’t want to, and I’m not quite sure I believe him.
What can I do to prove it to you? he asks.
“There’s nothing you can do. Whatever you had with her happened, and it is what it is,” I say out loud, as if that will solidify it. “I’m over it.”
Are you? Because it sure doesn’t sound or feel like it.
“Well, I am.” I fold my arms. Goodness, what the hell is wrong with me? Acting like a spoiled brat. What is this man doing to me?
I’m at an inn, in Luxor. Killian and I will be leaving in the morning on a fast train to Vanora.
Great.
He lets out a loud sigh that washes through me.
What are you wearing?
“What?”
I didn’t stutter.
I frown, lowering my eyes to my tank top. Beneath the quilt, I’m only in my panties.
Ah. So, you’re half naked then? I hope you’re alone.
Shut up. I fight a smile.
I plan on taking a shower.
Good for you, I think sarcastically. He gives pause.
I can’t stop thinking about you, Willow.
His words make my heart hammer in my chest. I feel myself lowering my guard, anticipating his next words.
Will you do me a favor?
What? I wonder, as if bored.
Slide your fingers into your panties and play with yourself.
Are you serious right now?
I’m dead serious.
I fidget in the bed, then shake my head. No. Why should I?
I want to try something.
Well, whatever it is, I’m not doing it.
Caz is quiet again, and I think he’s not going to say much else. But then I feel a sensation down below, and I squeeze my thighs together, gasping.
“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.
You felt that, eh? Didn’t think it would work.
“Caz, what was that? What are you doing?”
I’m in the shower.
Okay…
And my dick is in my hand.
I squeeze my thighs together again, trying to fight the throb that rocks through me.
“How are you doing that?” I breathe.
He ignores me. Put your fingers in your panties. It’s a demand. No longer an option.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when I feel the throbbing again. I can’t help following his lead, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, sighing as I graze the tips over my pelvis. When my middle finger presses down on my clit, I gasp and throw my head back.
Oh yeah. I feel you now. Play with your pussy for me. I want to hear you come around your fingers.
“This is crazy,” I breathe.
Do you feel me? he rasps and, insanely enough, I do. I’m stroking my dick in the shower while I think about you, Willow. He releases a gruff groan that sets me ablaze. You’re all I can ever think about these days.
It feels like you’re inside me.
I’m wishing that I were, he rasps. And imagining that I am.
How is this happening?
I don’t know, but don’t you stop.
I don’t. I continue circling my clit with my finger, and as I do, I swear I feel Caz pushing his way inside me. The girth of his dick filling me up inch by savory inch, just like the real thing. A guttural groan echoes in my head, and I hiss through my teeth as I feel him going faster.
Is this my pussy?
“Yes,” I breathe.
Are you my mate?
“Yes,” I breathe again.
You’re the only woman I’ll ever enjoy feeling. The only one who can make me weak like this. There is no comparison.
I don’t need to use my fingers anymore. I feel him, as if he’s right here in the bedroom with me, thrusting inside me, groaning in my ear. My back curves, my breathing becomes wilder, and before I know it, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard the stars on the ceiling blur.
Ah, shit, Willow, he groans. I’m going to cum. Fuck, I wish I were coming in your pussy instead of my hand right now.