Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 803(@200wpm)___ 642(@250wpm)___ 535(@300wpm)
Luna is seven years old. They’ll never think this crazy fucking bitch killed him.
I lower her down on the pillow of snow. She’s so stupid. Why the fuck am I even saving her right now? She isn’t even going to be with us when I take over as King.
Why the fuck am I saving her.
Her skin is pale against the snow, making her hair darker and her cheeks bright red. Her lips look cracked and frozen, but it’s the blood that’s spilling through the white snow that has me second-guessing. She is hurt. Somewhere. She has to be, right? She couldn’t kill him without injury, surely…if so, the Brothers of Kiznitch are weak. I could take them out myself.
I—my heart feels weird. It’s beating faster than usual, like when I’m running or lifting weights.
I should leave her here. Why am I not moving!
Fuck.
Frustration tugs at my insides, and I bury my fingers in my hair, pulling hard before my knees sink into the snow beside her. It is dark tonight. Too dark. But the snow is so fresh that it reflects off the moonlight in an ocean of powder.
I stare down at the annoying girl below. Her hair is everywhere, all over her face. I want to touch her. She’s always clung to me. Annoying and chatty. At first, I found it exhausting, but it quickly changed to counting down the months before I’d see her again. No one else likes her. But they don’t understand her. Not the way I do.
I should still leave her.
Fuck. I can’t leave her.
But she looks…dead. Heat rushes back to my cheeks, but a chill sets deep in my bones as if I’d bent over and snorted a line of snow. It clings, stuck, unrelenting.
I reach out and touch the side of her cheek. Her mouth parts, turning her head to the side as dark lashes finally separate.
“Priest?” It’s the first time I’ve heard her say my name. She never addresses me. I never thought much about it. “Shit. What did we do?”
“You—” She goes to move but winces in pain. The urgency is potent when I fly to my feet. “—ouch.” She eyes me suspiciously, a slight chuckle. “You’re an asshole.”
“I think you’re hurt somewhere. Do you remember what happened?” I try to roll her to her stomach, but she whacks my hand away, ever the stubborn little shit. Her brows knot together, and when she finally peers up at me, I know. I know that she is my exception.
I have to kill her.
“I killed someone.”
My eyes narrow on her lips, and I dampen mine to stop myself from leaning forward and doing something crazy like kissing her.
“Not just anyone. You killed someone you know.”
“No one important,” she whispers, her eyes falling to my mouth.
“How do you know that?” I ask with a curved brow. She’s like a wildfire ripping through the world. No one is prepared for her. No one but me.
“Because you’re here.”
The words hit me in the chest like a bullet.
“Priest!” Mom’s voice cuts through the hidden depth of the forest, and I whip around, covering Luna with my arms. It is both of our parents, including her two dads.
Mom looks between me and Luna before turning to Lilith.
“It would have been Priest. I am so—”
Lilith’s head shakes from side to side. “No. It wasn’t.”
Burying my face into the side of her neck, I grind into her pussy until I hit the end of her cervix, nipping at her jaw. She is so close. So close to being there. I can continue.
Her back arches off the bed as I spread her wide with my thigh, my hand around the back of her neck to keep her in place. I kiss her. Hard. Her lips open, her tongue dancing circles around mine. Menacing, so close, so mine.
“Give me it, Madness,” I growl over her mouth, the tremor of her build rattling the caged beast inside.
I breathe in her pants, our wet bodies sliding against each other with every deep thrust. “I—” Her pending orgasm coils around my girth like barbed wire, my forehead lying against hers and a snarl teasing my lips.
Her choked moan shatters my control when her wet cunt contracts, dripping her cum down my balls as the snarl crawls over my mouth. Before I pull out, her hand flies to my chin, forcing me back to her. It shocks me, and she sees it.
“You’re mine as much as I’m yours, Rabbit.” She shifts her hips, and chills snap over my spine when her pussy slides over my cock. “And you’re not leaving until I taste you.”
Everything in the room falls away, and my jaw snaps closed. Jesus Christ, there’s more to this girl.
With her hands on my chest, she shoves me backward, and I let her, leaning on my elbows as my feet hit the ground. As she crawls off the bed, I get a firsthand look at the madness in front of me, and my lip twitches.