Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84864 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Ajax’s voice filled every crevice of my mind.
At first, it had been far away, almost like he was speaking to me from the end of a long tunnel. A long tunnel that happened to be on fire.
No wait, that was just my body.
And my blood.
Fucking hell, every inch of me burned and twisted and I swear, someone had lodged an axe in the center of my skull. Maybe Aurora, for putting her through what we had, asking for her blood that tortured her on a daily basis because of its source.
“Drax’s fangs felt like nothing else sinking in her skin, it was almost impossible to describe. Pleasure and pain, life and death, the end and the beginning. Drax was all that and more. My mate, my glorious, stunning mate.”
Ajax’s voice was getting clearer as the fire died down in my body. Nothing like the fire he ignited inside me with a kiss, a brush of his fingertips over my skin, the smell of him surrounding me. No, this fire was a cleansing one, and as many times as I wanted to give up, to just let go and let the pain take me into oblivion, the thought of Ajax kept me holding on to whatever sense of myself I could.
“He fucked her with his tongue, using long strokes and spearing jabs. Lapping and sucking her throbbing clit until her desire coated his tongue—”
Omigod, Ajax was finishing the vampire novel I’d been reading…God, was it days ago, hours ago? I had no sense of time, no sense of anything beyond the pain.
“And only after she’d come twice more did he slick his thick cock with her wetness and sink into her until he bottomed out. They were made for each other. What he took she gave and what she gave he took. He fucked her like he’d never have another chance to again. He fucked her until she cried his name and her body went limp against him.”
The desire and embarrassment that washed over my soul was a welcomed reprieve from the pain…
It was ebbing.
The clearer Ajax’s voice grew, the more my senses returned to her. They weren’t hindered by the blinding pain anymore, instead they felt…sharper, more sensitive. Even the axe had dislodged from my skull.
Inch by inch, my body started to realign itself, turning away from the fire, away from the pain and shifting toward an energetic burst of power I’d never felt before.
I swallowed hard, shifting against the softness cradling my body.
“Grace?”
Ajax’s voice still rang inside my mind, a beacon drawing me to him and only him.
“Ajax,” I said, my voice hoarse. I wet my lips, my throat burning when I swallowed. “Did something go wrong?” I asked once I opened my eyes. I had to blink against the warm glowing lights in his bedroom.
Ajax sat in a chair next to the bed, discarding the book in his hands and coming to my side in seconds. Tears lined his eyes as he took my hand in his. “You did it, Grace. You’re here. You made it back to me.”
I reached up and cupped his cheek, shocked at just how quickly the motion happened—I’d barely finished thinking about touching him before my body reacted.
“Whoa,” I said, the breath rushing from my lungs as I switched our positions from merely thinking about it. One second he was there, stroking my face and the next I’m pinning him to the bed, my thighs straddling his hips as my palms splay on his chest.
Ajax smiled up at me, his hands on my hips as he slowly sat up so we were eye to eye. “How are you feeling?” he asked, rubbing his powerful hands up and down my back.
A little whimper-moan shuddered out of me at his touch. “That feels amazing,” I said, not able to keep focus on one singular thing.
Ajax laughed again, our mating bond shimmering with him being overjoyed at my being alive. The bond, that connection between us was stronger, a thousand times more powerful than before the transition.
My eyes flared. “Wait,” I said, gripping his biceps. “It worked? I’m…I’m…” Ajax nodded, and I reached up, fingering my teeth. I furrowed my brow. “But if I’m a vampire where are my—” My fangs popped out at the very thought of them, making me gasp. “Ajax,” I breathed his name, relief barreling down my spine at the reality that had just caught up to me.
I survived the transition.
“Is it gone?” I asked, almost in a whisper. “Is it really gone?” I ran my fingers over my head, through my hair, right above the spot I imagined my tumor being.
“Gabriel ran scans the first night of the transition,” Ajax answered, his voice soft and full of love. “The tumor is gone, baby.”
I sobbed, falling against his shoulder as happiness and relief and unbelieving joy rocked through me. “I get to keep you forever,” I said through my sobs, and Ajax held me tighter against him.