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)
“I live off blood.” Dante shows off his fangs. They are so much longer than mine or any of the pack males. I reach my hand out and he allows me to touch them. When I pull back, he continues. “My home plane is very advanced. It’s probably going to be a shock and seem like magic to you, but you’ll adapt. You’ll like it. My people used to drink the blood of animals to survive. I’m a little different than most vampires. I’m what’s called a royal. My fangs are specialized. I can feed from other vampires or species without ripping them apart. Most vampires can’t do that. They kill anything they feed from. I can take my nutrition from either animals, other vampires, or consorts, like you. I haven’t actually tried another sentient being, but I’m certainly thinking about it now.” He moves his hand up to my throat. He looks at it with great longing, his thumb moving across it like he is tracing a line. “You see, you’re what my people call a consort. Your blood is rich, and for someone like me, it can do some awesome things.”
“You wish to eat me?” I begin to scramble off the bed. I am not sure of what he means.
He is on me in an instant. He flips me over and holds me down. He put his fangs against my neck until I force myself to calm. “I wish to feed from you, Kaja. It is an intimacy between husband and wife. In return, I’ll open a vein and let you taste me. You’ll heal faster and stay young longer with my blood in you. I won’t hurt you.”
“I am afraid,” I answer honestly. “Your fangs are long. It will hurt.”
“No, it won’t, and I won’t do it until you’re comfortable with the idea. I would never harm you. Vampires take their consorts seriously. Trust me, from the way Colin moans, you’ll love it. Once we’re home, I’m going to force my parents to move my rooms. I hate listening to my sister have sex. It’s gross.” He strokes his hands along my back. I can feel that hard male part of him against my rear. He still wears his pants and makes no move to divest himself of them, so I lay still. “Besides, I want you to be able to scream without any worry. I think we’re going to fit together nicely. I would try to convince you to let me taste you tonight, if it wouldn’t almost certainly cause my horrible death. I hope when I go I don’t explode the way some do. It’s nasty. Unless someone murders me, of course, and then I hope I cover the fucker.”
That horrible burning is suddenly back. It starts as an itch and quickly grows, tormenting my center. What did Dante call it? He called it my pussy. My pussy aches. The hated tears start.
“Kaja?” Dante flips me over. “It’s starting again? Don’t worry.” He slides down my body, spreading my legs as he goes. “I’ll take care of it. I can do this all night, you know.”
“What are you doing?” I am a little panicked when I feel his breath above the dark curls of my pussy. “You should not.”
I look down, and Dante’s gaze is savage in the dim light of the tent. Full night has fallen. The only illumination is candles and a strange device that holds fire. Dante’s eyes seem to glow in the darkness. He growls low in his throat and sounds nothing like the slick man he was before.
“You would rather ache and burn than let me help you? Give over to me. I can top you, Kaja. Don’t doubt it. Say yes and let me show you how good this can be.” He stares at me for a moment.
I believe him. I still but not before I nod my assent. He slides his fingers through my pussy, causing me to let my head fall back. How does he do it? I never felt such sweet pleasure. The men of the pack lied about what a female must expect. I wonder what else they lied about.
“Feel better?”
I moan my answer. He parts me and slides his fingers in. I cannot help the tremor that races through me. I want more. I want more than his fingers.
“We’re going to wax you here, love,” he chuckles. “I like a bare pussy. It makes this easier, but I’ll suffer through tonight.”
“Oh,” I exclaim as I feel something lovely slide across my supersensitive skin. I look down and see Dante licking me, his tongue coming out of that sensual mouth of his. My body begins to shake. The burn is turning into something sweet.
“See, you like this,” he whispers. His words sizzle across my flesh. I can see my cream on his face. He laps it up like it is the sweetest nectar. I watch as his tongue comes out and swipes across me in a way that makes my eyes blur. “This jewel is called your clitoris. Your clit is a sweet piece of flesh, love. You can touch it yourself, but it’s better if I do it for you. That way you can lay back and enjoy.”