Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77764 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
She immediately pushes a hand down on my chest again, shaking her head. “You’re not thinking with your big brain. Think for a moment, okay? You and I resonating? This is bad. This is very bad.”
“Bad…” I echo, still not understanding. Her mane is loose around her head like a fall of water, and her scent is everywhere. Her cunt yet clenches around me, making me twitch with the need to thrust into her again. I can think of nothing but her, nothing but how she scraped those fierce little teeth against my thumb as I drove into her. “Bad…how?”
“Tia,” she breathes. “R’jaal.”
Oh.
I go stiff with the realization of what we have done.
I was supposed to resonate to T’ia. She was supposed to resonate to R’jaal. We have both been waiting for the day that will happen, patiently waiting for our mates.
We are not supposed to be mates. We are supposed to be with others.
“By the ancestors,” I say, stunned. “This is a problem.”
“Use stronger words,” she tells me. “We’re absolutely shit-fucked.”
Chapter
Three
FLOR
Ang tanga ko!
Fucking my buddy was not on the list of things to do today.
The realization of what we’ve just done starts to sink in. There’s a vague sense of horror in the back of my mind, but it’s hard to push past the foggy, needy feeling of resonance. I’ve always joked that resonance can’t be as powerful as the others make it out to be. That they’re just giving in to natural attraction. The reality is far, far worse. Even now, I’m seated atop I’rec’s cock—as fat and perfect a cock as I’ve ever felt—and it’s sending quivers of lust through my fatigued body. I feel like I could come again with just a twitch or two. My tits are achingly sensitive, my heart is pounding, and I can’t think about anything but I’rec. I’rec and that fucking sexy beard along his jaw. I’rec and his massive shoulders. I’rec and his spur that hits me in all the right spots. I’rec and the dazed, sweaty look on his face that’s somehow more handsome than anything I’ve ever seen.
I’rec that I just deflowered in the snow like a shameless hussy.
I bite my lip, closing my eyes to try and get a hold of myself. Instead, I rock my hips against him, as if I’m possessed by some sort of sex demon. My khui sings in my chest, loud and strong and growing more insistent by the moment. The shift of I’rec’s cock inside me feels so good that I bounce atop him again, unable to help myself.
It’s like being drugged, resonance. Drugged with lust and affection for your partner. I can’t think of anything but I’rec, and even now, with my pussy bruised from the pounding he gave me and his spunk leaking out from our joined bodies, I want to lean down and just lick him all over. I want to do nasty things to him.
“F’lor,” he chokes, his hands on my hips. He’s not pulling me off of him. If anything, he’s grinding me down against his cock, making the pleasure drag out.
“Shit. I know. Sorry.” I bite down on my lip so hard this time that I see stars, and then I suck in a deep breath and force myself to roll off of him. Immediately the cold air freezes my wet female bits, making me hiss. I slide my hands between my thighs, because that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that I feel…bereft. Hollow. Like I need to climb back atop him again and just keep grinding until I come a dozen times more. “I can’t think straight.”
He pants next to me, his hand on his chest over his heart. “I do not imagine resonance wants us thinking.”
He’s got that right. Even now, the urge to move to his side and just touch him all over is driving me mad. I want to eat up the sight of him. I want to lick each bead of sweat on his brow. I want to see if his horns are sensitive. I want to suck on his spur—
I squeeze my eyes shut, grab a fistful of snow, and rub it in my face.
“Good idea.” The crunch of snow tells me he’s doing the same.
When my ardor is somewhat cooled—only somewhat—I open my eyes again and sit up in the snow. “This is fucked,” I say again. “What do we do? What will Tia say?”
At my side, he groans and stares up at the sky. “Nothing good.”
“Oh god, what will R’jaal say?” I can just imagine the guilt I’m going to get now. The sad, dejected look on his face like I’ve crushed his dreams. That I’m the most heartless woman on the entire planet because I turned him down and then bounced on I’rec’s dick.