Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
“Sweetheart,” I cajole softly as I circle that nubbin of flesh I intend to get acquainted with. “Those men were idiots. They were boys with tiny dicks who didn’t know how to please a woman. I assure you, I’ll take care of you.”
I grin and gently force her legs apart. The night is looking up.
Chapter Eight
Kaja
I feel like I am on fire. My insides are burning. Poison. Someone—that mean gnome—poisoned me. I groan, and my legs draw up. I try to slap away Dante’s hands, but he does something and it felt so good I moan. He is slipping his fingers into that secret part of me.
“No,” I whisper. “Don’t.”
He does not want me, not really. He might wish to slip his male parts into me, but he will not stay with me for long. I am not sure why he is playing with me. Why does he wish to put his fingers inside my woman’s place?
“Stop it, Kaja,” he says in a deep voice.
I look up and see his magnificent fangs on heart-stopping display. They are long and so sharp it makes me sigh. He is beautiful. I love his lean body. It is so different from the bulky bodies of the pack males, but no less strong. The First’s body is elegant. He will not overwhelm me with his weight. His eyes are the green of the forest. I enjoy looking at him. At Dante. I know I will not enjoy the physical process of mating, but he does not seem like a man who will walk away when he is done. He allows me to be close to him. Perhaps the mating will not be so bad if he wraps his arms around me afterward.
I have never slept with another’s arms around me.
I was overjoyed at the thought of mating with such a creature. Then he told me of his plan, and I knew. I am in the same situation I was in with the pack. He does not want a family with me. He only wants his pleasure. He isn’t any different. I do not belong here, either. This place is filled with pain.
I try to move away from him. He caresses me in a way that makes me uncomfortable. It is too intimate. He should not do such things.
“Why not, sweetheart?” Dante asks, and I realize I said what I was thinking. He is merciless. One hand is on my stomach holding me down while the other does strange things. I squirm, trying to unseat his probing fingers. “Don’t you like it?”
I do not. It is disturbing. His hand covers that part of me that aches. I need to cool it down, but he blankets me instead. I do not like the way he rubs me. And then I do. He rubs the pad of his thumb firmly across my core, and I cry out. A heat pours from my center. I moan as he continues.
He is smiling down at me, looking pleased with himself. “See, you liked that, didn’t you? You are ridiculously wet. You would feel so good. Your little pussy is tight as a fucking vise. This Second of yours, he was an asshole, you know that, right? If he’d done that to you here, he would be arrested and tossed into jail.”
I do not understand half of what he is saying. My body twitches from his magic.
“What is this feeling?” I pant as I ask the question. My body feels pleasantly soft. His motions slow and become languid.
“It’s called an orgasm,” he replies in that silky way of his. I love his voice when it gets thick like honey. Most of the time he speaks so quickly I lose track. I like it when his tone goes deep and husky. “You should have one every time a man touches you. If you don’t, punch him in the face. And that includes me.”
“I don’t want to punch you,” I reply honestly.
Dante’s green eyes are wide before he fills the room with his laughter. “Well, I’ll count myself lucky then. Kaja, I know you told me no just then and I kept touching you. I only did that because you’re in pain and you don’t understand how I can help you. You do now, right?”
I nod. He can give me…orgasms. I like that word. I definitely like the feeling.
He stares into my eyes. “Good, then you should understand that you can tell me no at any time. I signed papers to take care of you, but you get to pick this. Your body is your own. No one here can take that from you. It might have been normal on your plane, but we’re not criminals here.”
“He was the Second,” I try to explain.
His hand comes up to cup my face. “And you are Kaja Dellacourt. You are better than him. No one gets to take that from you. Not even me. Do you understand?”