Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62580 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
My cock felt as if it’d taken on a life of its own as my hips started to push and pull. The tight heat of her vagina clasping the long, thick length of my cock was enough to urge me faster—deeper.
The way Acadia’s long fingernails dug into my shoulder blades only pushed me harder and faster.
“Oh, God,” she breathed. “You’re so deep.”
I didn’t feel like I’d ever be deep enough.
“Oh, fuck.” I exhaled, leaning back on my knees and leaning forward, latching on to both hips with my hands and raising her to my level. “You feel so goddamn good.”
She moaned loudly and her pussy once again started to ripple.
The moment she tipped over the edge, I followed her over, eager for the clench of her pussy.
What I wasn’t prepared for was the way she’d steal my breath and make me forget how to think.
As I filled her full of my release, I realized that this woman was dangerous on every level.
And though she didn’t know yet, she was my mate, my equal with just as much power as I had. And for all of her young undead life, I knew she could handle all that I had in it to give.
Could handle me and all of my faults.
I grunted as my seed left me all over again, as her release coaxed everything my cock had to give and fell to my side.
Pulling her in tightly to my chest, I tangled my legs with hers and lay there as I tried to catch my breath.
My cock was nestled between her legs, still erect, but no less sated.
“I’ll be quiet now.”
I chuckled.
Sure she would.
CHAPTER 19
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck off.
-T-shirt
ACADIA
Seven nights later, I woke up disoriented.
What had woken me?
I looked around the darkened room.
My eyes came to a rest on the clock.
There was a constant thrum at the back of my skull, tying me to Constantine, but it was muted as it always was when he or I were sleeping.
Something was off.
Something had been off for a while now, but nothing like this. Constantine had been holding something back from me. Keeping something a secret, but it was obviously not bad enough that he felt I needed to know… yet.
If he wasn’t doing the same thing to his friends, people that’d been with him for years upon years, then I would’ve thought it had to do with me. Knowing that likely it wasn’t was enough to allow me to sleep… for now.
I got up, being careful not to rouse the sexy, contented man at my side, and walked to the window.
It was well past dusk, likely the reason that the shutters were no longer down, and I wondered what had happened to make me sleep so heavily. Normally, the sound of those bad boys was enough to wake the entire house.
I was a fairly light sleeper. Or at least had been over the last week since I’d entered my new existence. Anytime Con came to bed, I woke up. Anytime Con moved in his sleep, I woke up. Anytime someone in the hallway walked past our door, I woke up. Fuck, there was also this one time that the power went out and all of the normal background clatter no longer making noise woke me up.
And now that my brain was back online, it was unheard of for Con to still be sleeping. Hell, I wasn’t even sure that he slept at all. He laid down beside me, sure. He took the occasional cat nap, but never once had I woken up with him still asleep beside me.
My fingers hit the blinds, and I pulled them apart, staring out at the night.
And immediately saw the baby out on the lawn.
Not a baby, but more of a toddler. But she was out there. A little girl with no one around her at all.
“Con,” I whispered. “Wake up.”
My eyes were on the little girl standing in the yard.
It was snowing out. Her little feet were sunk in the snow up to her tiny little calves, and the only thing she had on was a threadbare nightgown that didn’t look like it offered that much protection against the cold.
“Con!”
Nothing from the bed. He still didn’t wake up.
I didn’t waste time waiting for him, either.
No, I ran out of the room, uncaring that I was in a t-shirt that was just as threadbare as the one the little girl was wearing, and slammed outside only to find the tracks in the snow leading away from where I’d last spotted the girl.
My feet hit the cold snow and I shivered.
I wasn’t going to be injured by the snow, but that didn’t mean that I didn’t feel the cold.
“Sweetheart?” I called out, following the footprints.
“Daddy?”
My heart froze in my chest.
“Sweetheart, come here so we can go inside. Warm those cute little toes up?” I called out.