Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 104842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 104842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 524(@200wpm)___ 419(@250wpm)___ 349(@300wpm)
He devoured my mouth, his tongue rubbing over mine as he feasted and tried to walk me backward at the same time, giving up with a snarl, wrenching away so he could lift me into his arms, hands under my thighs as he walked me to our bedroom.
I was not a small man, six feet, heavier muscled than Varic, who had more of a swimmer’s physique compared to the linebacker I was. But he was taller, and it was always to be remembered that he was not only a vampyr, but the prince of his kind. He had reserves of strength I couldn’t fathom.
“You like being carried,” he rumbled, the husky, gravelly sound so very sexy.
“It’s hot,” I confessed breathlessly as I held his face in my hands and kissed him.
He staggered a bit, which I loved, no more immune to me than I was to him, and I kissed him deeply, not careful as I pressed my tongue inside, catching on his fangs, wanting to taste both him and my own blood.
“You’re driving me crazy,” he nearly snarled, and I watched his eyes flicker gold for a moment before returning to the gorgeous deep emerald green.
“Good, that’s good.”
He dumped me on our bed, and I began stripping fast as he stalked around the bed to the nightstand, retrieved the lube, then tugged off his clothes.
Watching Varic undress was always a pleasure, all his gorgeous burnished-ivory skin coming into view as he peeled away the layers.
“Why are you stopping?” he asked irritably.
“I’m admiring the gorgeous man in my bedroom,” I replied, grinning.
“Well, I have been without my mate for a very long time, and as a vampyr, I could die from that, so you need to hurry up and get naked.”
I scoffed.
His glare was adorable. “I’m telling you the truth,” he said, watching me as I got back to pulling my T-shirt over my head and lying down to get started on my jeans. “I…do you need help with that?”
I laughed, and he joined me. In moments, I had him exactly where I wanted him—on the bed, with me, lube in his hand, kissing me again. When I gripped his already hard, thick cock, he broke the kiss to hiss out a breath.
“Oh, you did miss me,” I whispered, rolling him to his back and moving down his body, kissing a trail over his warm, sleek skin, marveling as I always did at how beautifully made the man was. “Let’s see how much.”
When I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, he fisted his hand in my hair. Not tight enough to hurt, but it was a close thing.
I chuckled, he called me an ass, and then I swallowed him down the back of my throat in a fluid motion I knew from experience he loved.
“Jason!” he yelled, and it was a good sound, guttural, from deep in his chest.
I sucked hard, then pulled off, licked over the head, held him as I laved his length, and then worked his cock before taking him into my mouth again.
Normally, Varic’s control was impressive, but not after five months of missing me. My own, just from having him writhe under me, flexing his hand in my hair and tugging gently, was slipping as well. When I gently fisted his leaking cock, I shuddered with the feeling.
“Come here,” he ground out, and I lifted my head to look into his eyes. “Please.”
Moving up his body, I collapsed beside him, and then gasped as he took both of us in hand and stroked us together as he mauled my mouth.
His tongue rubbing over mine, his hand tugging and pulling, the sensations rolling together, it was all too much, and I jolted in his grip as I came hard. He was seconds behind me, and I broke the kiss to breathe and offer him my throat.
The second bite was gentle, the momentary twinge of pain making me moan in pleasure, and his smile over that, before he started drinking, sent a wave of heat to my face. I was flushed and panting, clutching at his shoulders as I lay there beside him, covered in sweat and semen. It was a glorious homecoming.
We didn’t get up, instead stayed in bed, moving around sheets and blankets, and he was now lying on his stomach as I was tracing up and down his spine, watching goose bumps appear in response to my touch, the cool breeze from outside keeping the beads of sweat at bay. I loved these intimate moments with him, touching him, tracing the muscles under his skin, the veins in his arms, breathing in his scent that was, at the moment, sun and wind, the outdoors, grassy with a hint of leather and musk. I could have stayed there forever, sprawled out next to him, my soul soaking up the closeness.