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)
His chuckle turned my attention from his gorgeous form to his mischievous green eyes.
“What’s funny?”
“Not funny. I’m just so at ease right now. I forgot I could feel this way.”
“Me too,” I said, leaning in to kiss him, only to have him pull me close and pin me to the bed under him. The feel of him, his weight over me, made me shiver.
“I need to remind you that you belong to me,” he murmured. “That you’re mine.”
“I could never forget,” I said, smiling up at him, slipping my arms around his neck and easing him down to me. “You know better.”
His tongue sank into my mouth, and I returned each of his deep, drugging kisses, savoring the taste of him, his dominance and my overwhelming desire to give him whatever he wanted. No one before Varic had ever taken all that I had to give, emotionally, physically, and demanded more. I had always been too much for others, too clingy, too invested, a man who needed to back off and love less. That wasn’t the case with Varic. He wanted me to be all over him, he wanted to hold hands at any available opportunity, he wanted to carry me to bed, and he wanted to fuck me and claim me until he felt it was enough. Never had I been with a more voracious lover, and every part of me, heart, soul, and body, sang with the certainty of our mating. The thing was, he couldn’t taste the truth in my heart or soul, but I could certainly show him with my body.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and made sure to slide my tongue around his fangs slowly, seductively, until I got the long, loud growl I was after.
Breaking the kiss, his voice, when he spoke, was thick and gravelly. “Hands and knees, my consort,” he ordered, then added, “Now.”
I scrambled to do as told, and once I moved, he was on me fast, my cheeks spread before his tongue, his talented, wicked tongue, slid into my ass.
“Varic!” I yelled, because it felt so much better than good, the pressing and licking, my muscles relaxing, succumbing to his languorous ministrations.
I heard the snap of the lube, and then his fingers slid inside me, two, then three, in and out, deep and then shallow, circling, making sure I was slicked and ready.
“I’m ready to be eaten,” I teased him.
Normally, I’d get a filthy chuckle in return, or a slap on my ass, but there was only more of his fingers inside me, and when I turned to look at him over my shoulder, I saw it, the flicker of gold there in his eyes, feral and untamed, the need in him to claim me far greater than I had considered.
We’d been apart longer than ever before, and as unmoored as I’d felt, not myself, weak, a shadow of my former self, he hadn’t confessed what it had been like for him other than to say he’d missed me as well.
Maybe it had been worse for him. Or if not worse, then new, different, and he’d found himself altered. Perhaps a darkness had built, filled him up with uncertainty, eating away at what he took for granted in himself, the ability to always be ruled by logic and calm. It was possible that holding himself together, keeping the veneer of civility had become untenable near the end. I knew him, and he was always so careful not to let anyone see the toll that loss or estrangements had on him. It was hard when you were the prince and expected to be a rock for all others, to remain forever steadfast and unbreakable. There could be no yearning in him, no insistent sadness, nothing that would ever imply weakness. No one around him had ever seen him separated from me, without me, so perhaps there had been great reserves of strength that had to be used to hide his wolf under layers of humanity. No one saw Varic come apart but me, and at the moment, in bed, there was only the ache and yearning for his mate that he could finally allow out because I was there, beside him, to slake the hunger.
“Varic, come, lie down with me,” I whispered, rolling to my side, lifting my left leg, opening myself for him, showing him my submission, letting the animal see, because I knew that every other part of his facade had burned away, leaving only a basic, primal, carnal need.
He turned my head to the right—he didn’t want me to see him—and I held it there, the side of my neck exposed as I grabbed hold of my thickening cock and stroked myself.
I heard him breathing in my scent, sniffing me, and then his tongue licked over the head of my cock, the pearly drops of precum swallowed before he was behind me, at my back, his right arm shoved under me, his hand gripping my right pectoral hard, the claws abrading my skin, piercing. His left hand slid down my abdomen, pressing there, holding me as the head of his cock pressed at my entrance.