Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Her eyes open and meet mine. “Then who does? Who gets to have me?”
“No one.”
“I don’t want to belong to no one.”
“You belong to yourself.”
“I know. But I want to give myself to someone.”
I shouldn’t ask, but I can’t help it. “Who?”
She licks her lips. “You.”
“Jordy. I can’t…” This is killing me. The knife in my arm, the burn of vampire blood hurts less.
“I know.” She lays her small fingers over my scared lips. “Shh, I know.”
“I’m sorry. It’s not fair to you, Kit. I should let you, but I can’t. Not until—” Not until I find someone better to take her. I should say that, but I can’t.
With a small nod, she pulls away. I let her go. But then she starts to slip down between my knees again.
“What are you doing?” Hope and alarm mixes in my voice.
“You saved me from him.” She sets her hands on my knees, her face at my crotch. “Let me thank you.”
“I want more than your gratitude,” I growl, tugging her head back by her hair.
“Then what do you want?” Her whiskey-colored eyes spear me, open and guileless and absolutely devastating. Stripping me down, wrecking every wall I’ve raised between us.
“You, Kit. I want you. But I can’t have you…” My voice grows ragged as she tugs against my hold, putting her lips right near my upright shaft.
“Just for tonight then. Just for tonight.”
If I tug her hair any tighter, I’ll hurt her, so I let her go. She wants to suck my cock? Fuck if I can stop her. I can barely think with her auburn hair spilling over my thigh, her lips skimming my cock.
“Fuck, yes. Kit, baby—”
“I love how you call me Kit,” she says, her breath blowing over my turgid length. “Your baby fox.” Her tongue darts out, and she licks me. Fuck, I’m gonna explode.
“Kit, please.”
Her smile is smug. “I like being your baby. You make me feel small and cute.”
“You are small.”
She wrinkles her nose.
“You’re cute, too, but not just that.” Reach down and spear her hair with my blunt fingers. “You’re beautiful.”
With a quiet satisfied smile, she opens her mouth and engulfs my cock. Lights flash in my brain, my hips jerk up, fucking her mouth. She goes with it, bobbing her head, her mouth providing perfect suction. She takes me to the root—insane, given how big I am and how small she is.
She’s humming—Fates—vibrations through me, my balls gonna explode.
“Jordy,” I jerk her. “I want you.” I want to come in her but there’s not time. “I’m gonna come.” I want her. She sucks harder, vacuums every bit of cum outta me.
With a roar I thrust hard into her mouth, she takes it, every inch.
Cum dribbles out of the side of her mouth. Obscene. Should be angry for defiling her, instead I want to lay her down, make her scream, wreck and ruin her and make a beautiful mess in my bed. Then hold her in my arms and croon how precious she is. She’ll let me. She’ll let me do every depraved thing I want to do, and lie there, tattered innocence, and smile.
Fisting my hand in her hair, I hold her still and kiss her, hard enough to bruise. My stubble scrapes her soft skin, but if it hurts her, she makes no sign. She wriggles under me, her legs wrapped around my hips, tugging me closer, begging for more.
I kiss down her body, browsing over her heart, breasts chafed, her hands begging.
“Please, Grizz, please, oh, yes—”
I prop her legs over my shoulders and bury my face in her snatch. Fates, she tastes so damn good. “Gonna eat you, baby. Gonna lick up every drop.” My tongue rough and wide, lapping over as much of her tender skin as I can. She writhes under the onslaught, but her hands grip my hair, pulling me tighter.
That’s it baby, let go. My hand finds her breast and plumps it, squeezing it. She’ll wear the marks from my rough stubble, my conquering hands. I pull her legs apart and attack her sweet pussy with my tongue again, drawing fresh moans. Fuck, I want more.
I flip her over and swat her ass, growling with pleasure at the red handprint on her pale flesh. I want to mark her. I want to own her. I want her to feel me in every way. I smack her again, without malice, but hard enough to leave a mark.
She arches her back and thrusts her bottom at me. “Harder,” she orders. “more.”
“You don’t give the orders here.” I thrust my fingers into her sopping pussy. It would be too rough if she wasn’t so very wet.
“Fuck, Kit, you’re so ready. You want me?”
“Yes,” she moans, her head dropping to the bed. “Yes please.”
“Gonna fuck this pussy. But not tonight. Tonight, I feast.” I lie on my back, pulling her to straddle me. She blinks, dazed, her hair falling around her face as she looks down at me. Her nipples stand at attention. Her scent surrounds me.