Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
"Your clinic," he breathes, then bites down on my lower lip. "It's yours, isn't it? I promised it to you." His tongue is hot and seeking in my mouth, and I'm dimly aware of him lowering me to the floor in the bathroom. A quiver erupts in my belly, because I love moments like this, moments in which we want to both shake each other with frustration—and then attack one another out of pure hunger.
I meet his hungry kiss with one of my own, my hand moving to the front of his heavy robes and feeling out the hard length underneath. I drag my hand along the outline of his dick, rubbing with the heel of my palm as he devours my mouth.
"Just like this cunt is mine," he says between hot kisses, his hand moving between my thighs. He finds my clit unerringly and begins to rub in the way that makes me crazy. "Tell me that it's mine, Melina. Tell me that this cunt is wet and juicy for its mate."
"It's wet because I just got out of the tub, fool," I pant, rubbing my hand against his shaft even as I spread my thighs wider for his questing fingers. "Oh fuck, just like that."
"Who is the fool now?" he taunts, sinking a finger deep as I squeeze his dick. I love the way his breath hisses from between his teeth, love the way he buries his face against my neck and thrusts, even as his hand rocks against my pussy. When moments like this happen between us, it's a competition to make the other come first, and I'm determined to win this time.
I squeeze tight around his fingers, trying to trap them even as he pushes me toward the edge. "You're going to fuck my pussy hard with those fingers, aren't you? You're going to claim me for yourself? Ruin me for other men?"
Azar groans, and his teeth skim over my throat, sending a tendril of new lust through me. He's never bit me, but I find the idea utterly thrilling.
"You," I say, and then choke as he curls a finger inside me, stroking a spot he's never hit before. I've never mentioned the G-spot to him, but I know he reads romance books on the sly, so he must have picked it up somewhere. Now I'm the one that's losing control, and I barely manage to give him a quick pump with my hand before I'm coming, grinding against his hand as I arch off the floor. Wave after wave of pleasure hits me, when I finally slump onto the tile, dazed, Azar moves off of me.
I watch through sated eyes as he opens his robes and runs a hand over his cock, stroking himself as he gazes down at me, his eyes deep gold with need. He gives himself a few tugs and then angles, turning so his release hits the water in the tub instead. Steam hisses and rises as it makes contact, and his head falls back. I get to my feet and wrap my arms around him as he strokes himself through his orgasm, feeling pleased and boneless.
I never win this damn game.
Chapter
Eighteen
AZAR
My mate doesn't ask why I keep a candle lit or that I read until late into the night. She knows the reason why. I stare at the pages of the book, my mind too tired to focus on the words that crawl across the page. It's useless. I should try and sleep, but I know what is waiting for me if I do.
The thing in the Rift. Even now, I feel it lurking in the back of my mind, like a vulture, waiting for me to relax and let my guard down.
I hate it. For the first time in the years that I have lived in this world, I feel trapped. When I was first stranded here, I was dismayed, but that dismay gave way to determination. I was determined to succeed, to carve out a small kingdom of my own. I have done that, and now I have a mate at my side. And I am…happy. Content. I look at Melina and I am filled with such pleasure at the sight of her, and pride, too. This beautiful creature bows to no one but me. No one tastes the sweetness of her cunt but me. No one hears her cry out for my greedy tongue, or is rewarded with her clever advice. She is mine, completely and utterly.
I do not even care that I am a bad Salorian. Not any longer. I do not dream of returning home. I have this fort in my grasp, its dull, uninspired humans content to live by my rules. I have my mate at my side. I would stay forever.
And now that I have decided this, there is a new menace that threatens to take all away from me.