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)
That feral smile. “Let me help you.” He moved with lazy grace to tug her pants and underwear off and put them to one side, then pushed her thighs apart and just looked at her.
She was already on the verge when he said, “My mouth is watering.”
Whimpering, she shoved a fist into her mouth to stifle the sound as her body arched up. She shook her head violently at him when he glanced at her. If he did what he was craving, she’d scream down this entire cave. She was barely able to bear the level of sensation now, from the soft rasp of the cotton of her sweatshirt against her nipples to the heat of his body lapping against her.
“I’ll save that treat for later,” Adam said, and began to undo his jeans.
Eleri couldn’t look, stared up at the canvas. But she heard it when he put his jeans aside. Glancing at him, she said, “Not the shirt,” when he would’ve shrugged that off, too. “I can’t handle that much contact all at once.”
She wasn’t even sure she was going to survive the intimacy of his body sheathed in hers. She’d felt it when she was numb. How much more would she feel now?
A whimper threatened to escape.
“We’ll work up to it,” Adam said with a slow smile as he came over her again and leaned down to brush his lips across hers. It was the merest hint of a kiss, yet it made her breasts ache and liquid pool in her core as need clawed at her.
“I’m ready,” she gasped.
Gripping one hip, he settled between her thighs, his hair-roughened skin pushing against the delicate skin of her inner thighs.
Eleri’s mind overloaded.
At any other time, she’d have struggled against it.
Not today.
She just went with the overload, letting it drown her in erotic heat. But there was no way she was going to hold her quiet, so she hauled him down and pressed her lips to his, sealing them together as he began to push the thickness of himself into her.
Eleri began orgasming at first contact, her body primed and oversensitized and oh so willing. He trapped her scream in his mouth, her body as trapped under his as he brought his weight down on her—as if he knew exactly what she needed, that this sense of confinement wasn’t confinement at all but a weight that kept her in one piece when she would’ve flown apart.
Holding on to him as her mind hazed and blurred and breathing became difficult, Eleri transformed into a creature of pure pleasure.
Chapter 46
We’ve implemented your suggested solution and slowed the degradation—but we can’t stop it.
—Human Alliance Medical Team to Amara and Ashaya Aleine (12 December 2082)
Ashaya had lived with a quiet guilt ever since the chip she’d helped develop in an effort to create shields for the human mind had failed. Bowen Knight, the security chief and effective leader of the Human Alliance, had told her it wasn’t her fault, that they’d rushed the implantation—but tests afterward had proved the chip would’ve failed regardless.
Now, as she walked into the cool depths of the cave network underneath the home of the falcons, her mate an edgy presence behind her and Saoirse Garrett in front, she clung to hope. What Saoirse had told her thus far had blown all her previous ideas out of the water.
A solution from the outside?
Neither Ashaya nor her twin had ever considered that. She was an M, a DNA specialist. Of course her mind had jumped to an internal solution. That the falcons had thought to go outside was a spectacular case of unconventional thinking—in truth, she wasn’t even sure she could assist them, but she was going to do everything in her power to try.
“Here,” Saoirse said. “Only the four of them inside right now.”
No matter her assurance, Dorian slipped around Ashaya and Saoirse to enter the cave first before poking his head out to nod that it was safe. “Bats hanging off the ceiling,” he muttered, the luminescence from the walls turning his white-blond hair a pale green. “Great.”
Her leopard mate was not doing well being confined underground, but she hadn’t even questioned that he’d come with her. Dorian would never allow her to walk into what might be a dangerous situation alone.
“You’re my Shaya,” he’d murmured late the previous night, then nipped at her ear in feline affection as he grinned. “My dangerous, intelligent, hot scientist. I’d let you experiment on me anytime.”
Buoyed by the memory of his laughter and her own, she entered the cave to find Adam and Dahlia, whom she’d met previously, standing in the center of the room talking quietly, while two tents sat on opposite sides of the huge cavern.
“Eleri and Bram fell back asleep,” Adam said when she reached them. “Their minds are still recovering.”