Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 131364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131364 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
And yet…he stopped his vehicle at the side of an isolated section of the road surrounded by verdant green. He’d already passed the Canyon, passed the road that would’ve led him up to the falcons’ home base and the woman named Dahlia who’d offered to work out his tension with sex.
Bram hadn’t been Silent for one hell of a long time—like all senior Js, he’d found it impossible to maintain adherence to the Protocol after close contact with mind after degenerate mind. Which had led to multiple reconditionings. But where Eleri had gone numb as a result, he’d become haunted by wakefulness. He felt everything and could process none of it, and it was slowly driving him mad.
He didn’t need to further strain his already overloaded brain by initiating physical contact with a woman who had made his cock hard with a single heated whisper.
Yet he started the car with the intent to turn it.
Eleri was dying, despite all of Adam Garrett’s ferocious belief in her and in them. There would be no second chance for any of the Cartel. Why shouldn’t he go down in a scorching torrent of sexual pleasure?
Wings gliding down in front of his windscreen before he could start the turn, a huge bird with a snowy underside flying over his vehicle to come to a graceful landing on the deserted road in front of his SUV.
Not a peregrine.
A gyrfalcon.
A fracture of light even as he got out of the vehicle, the falcon no longer there even as the aftershock from the burst of light sparked behind his eyelids. Instead, a tall and voluptuous woman with dark hair marked by a single streak of white, and dangerous eyes, was walking naked toward him.
He’d seen other changelings naked in situations where they’d had to shift without clothing nearby, and none of them had affected him like this. It wasn’t just because it was Dahlia—it was because she was making it a point to walk slow and easy while she ran a finger between the heavy weight of her breasts.
Bram had never seen so many curves, never wanted to grip all of them tight, never wanted to bite.
Until her.
Sweat broke out along his neck, his white shirt suddenly too heavy, too tight.
“Looks like you were about to blow town without saying good-bye,” she said on a purr of sound as she came to a halt in front of him. “That hurts my feelings, Mr. J.”
Fuck it.
Thrusting both hands into her hair, he bent his lips to her own…and felt the prick of talons on his sides. “You need permission for that, gorgeous.”
Bram didn’t know how to play games. “You already gave it,” he said bluntly.
Husky laughter. “So I did.”
Her hand on the back of his head, hauling him close.
Unleashed from the last of his inhibitions, Bram did what he’d wanted to from the first—he ran his hand down the curve of her waist and, cupping her ass, hauled her up onto his hips. She was luxuriantly soft under his hands, but beneath that was a layer of taut muscle.
This woman was a raptor, was dangerous.
But today, she was aroused and, for whatever reason, had decided she wanted him. He wasn’t going to question her decision.
She rubbed against him, her kiss as fierce as her hold in his hair. “You an exhibitionist, big guy?”
They were on a public road.
Bram had completely forgotten that. But he didn’t want to stop. So he just walked with her around the car and into the trees until they were hidden from view. She laughed, her hair trailing down her back to brush against his hands as she threw back her head. “Eager, I like it.”
There was a delight in her…and also an edge. A broken shard. Bram recognized it because he had more than a few shards of his own. He was fine with Dahlia using him for reasons of her own—after all, wasn’t he doing the same? Whatever happened, he wouldn’t be around to pick up the pieces.
He could already feel it, the beginnings of a critical sensory overload.
Pulling her further up his body, he leaned her back over his arm and bit at her breast. Not painfully, but so he could get the taste of her inside him.
“Damn, you’re strong.” Real surprise this time, her thighs going tight around him. “No desk Psy, huh?” Teasing words, but her tone was breathless and he could scent a musk in the air that his primitive hindbrain told him was good, very good.
He bent her even further back, so he could kiss more of her, and it wasn’t enough. Making a deep sound in his throat that no one who’d seen him in court would ever believe he could make, he looked around.
The ground looked hard and rough everywhere, and he couldn’t bear to subject her delicate skin to that even if he wanted to devour her. So he slid her back down his body and took her mouth—but he was more than willing to follow when she seized control, her hands on his face and her tongue lashing his.