Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Lucy started to ask how he knew and then remembered the way he had lapped the juices off her inner thighs when he was still deep in the Rage state after killing her attackers.
“Well…thank you,” she said, blushing even harder. “I, uh, don’t know what to say.”
“Say you’ll let me worship you properly,” T’zaren said hoarsely. “As you deserve to be worshiped.”
“Oh, um…”
Lucy wasn’t sure how to answer that. He actually sounded like he wanted to go down on her—wanted it desperately. Iyanna had told her how good Kindred and Monstrum men were at that particular act but Lucy had never expected to be doing it with her coworker on this mission. Then again, she’d done a lot of things with T’zaren that she hadn’t meant to do, she reminded herself.
“I mean…I guess if it’s the only way to neutralize the cream,” she said at last. Should she want him to do this? And should he want to do it? He certainly seemed to, anyway.
“It is.” T’zaren nodded. “But as I said, I’ll have to be extremely thorough—I’ll need to lick you everywhere my cream touched you.”
“Oh…” Lucy bit her lip. “Even…even inside?” she asked at last.
“Especially inside your sweet little pussy,” T’zaren told her, his eyes going half-lidded with desire. “You’ll have to spread your thighs wide for me and accept my tongue deep inside, Lucille. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“I…I think so,” Lucy said breathlessly. Her heart was pounding and her clit was throbbing even harder as she imagined the big Monstrum between her legs, his broad shoulders splitting her thighs wide. “At least, I mean…if you, uh, really want to?” she ventured.
T’zaren frowned.
“How can you ask me that? Don’t you know I’ve wanted nothing more than to worship your soft little pussy with my tongue almost from the moment I first saw you?”
“Really?” Lucy could scarcely believe it. He’d been so grumpy and stand-offish from the start. Had he really been wanting her all this time?
“Really and truly,” T’zaren admitted. “I have tried to deny it to myself but I can’t any longer.” His voice dropped to a lower tone and he held her eyes with his. “From the moment you made my Sen Stripe flare I have desired you…desired to taste you, Lucille.”
“Oh…” Lucy wasn’t quite sure what to say to this. “You must, uh, really like going down. Er, worshipping a girl with your mouth, huh?” she asked at last.
His golden eyes flashed.
“I fucking love it. Let me help you out of the tub.”
“I’ll be fine,” Lucy tried to protest, but when she tried to get up, she found she was dizzy again.
T’zaren took over. Lifting her out of the tub, he set her carefully on her feet and wrapped a big, blue towel around her. The towel was so soft it felt like a warm, puffy cloud and before she knew it, Lucy was being lifted into his arms again as he carried her out of the vast marble bathroom and into the most luxurious bedroom she’d ever seen.
THIRTY-ONE
LUCY
An enormous four-poster bed dominated the middle of the room. It had multiple puffy pillows and a thick mattress covered by a bedspread that seemed to be made entirely of plush, white fur. The floor was polished marble, though there was a fur rug that matched the bedspread under the bed. There was a fireplace with a small fire across from the bed and a small sitting area that had a loveseat big enough for two. Three of the feathery chandeliers were floating near the ceiling but they were emitting only a very soft, golden glow and they seemed to stay near the corners of the room.
T’zaren laid her gently on the bed and Lucy felt herself melt into the incredibly soft white fur of the bedspread. Something above her caught her eye and when she looked up, she saw there was an enormous round mirror mounted on the ceiling above them.
“Oh, wow,” she murmured, looking up at herself. In the soft, diffuse glow of the feathered chandeliers and surrounded as she was by the puffy white fur, she looked like she was floating on a cloud. Her body was completely bare and she was just dizzy enough not to feel at all self-conscious about it.
“Gods, you’re beautiful,” T’zaren murmured hoarsely, leaning over her. His eyes were glowing softly gold in the dim room as he looked at her naked body. “Your curves…your big, ripe breasts…your soft little pussy mound…”
“Thank you,” Lucy murmured. Reaching for him, she ran a hand through his dark hair and in the mirror above them, the crimson stripe suddenly appeared down his spine.
“Ah, Gods…your touch!” he groaned softly. “You don’t know what it does to me, my S’rentha!”
“Well I know what I want you to do to me,” Lucy told him breathlessly. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pushed him down to her spread thighs.