Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17648 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
I shifted closer before I realized I was doing it. “You don’t have to be gentle with me,” I whispered. “But you don’t have to hide, either.”
The silence between us crackled with electricity. I felt it—undeniable pull and desire. That tension between us of equal parts restraint and something darker. Something hungry.
And I was suddenly starving.
“I’ve never taken a queen,” he said, his voice a growl now. “Never wanted one. Until you, my little bird.”
My breath hitched.
And then he reached out, his clawed hand gentle as it cupped the side of my face.
I should have pulled back.
Instead, I leaned in.
The moment teetered on the edge—of fear, for the monstrous desire I felt… of something that was permanent.
And when his mouth descended to mine, hot and rough, it wasn’t uncertainty or fear I felt.
It was surrender and hardcore need.
8
KATRINA
“Katrina,” Blaylock growled, his deep voice vibrating through the night air like a rumble of distant thunder.
Despite us being seated, his massive frame loomed over me, the veins of blue-glowing crystal beneath our feet casting an iridescent sheen on his gray skin.
His black hair, short and tousled, framed his sharp features, and his horns arched proudly from his head, daring me to touch them.
I could feel the heat of his body, smell the primal musk of him, and my breath hitched as his gaze burned into mine.
“Blaylock,” I whispered back, my voice trembling. My heart was pounding, my body already betraying me with a rush of wet heat between my thighs.
I hadn’t planned for this. I hadn’t planned for him. But here we were, in the night garden, surrounded by exotic, blooming flowers that seemed to pulse with the same desire coursing through my veins.
His chest nearly brushed mine, and I could feel the sheer size of him crowding me and sense the raw power that poured from his enormous body.
Stroking my face, his skin was rough and warm, his claws gentle as he scraped them over my face. I leaned into it, my lips parting instinctively. His eyes seemed to darken even more, and then—
His mouth crashed into mine again.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet.
It was a kiss that told me one thing. He was hungry for me.
Blaylock’s lips were firm, demanding, and I surrendered to them instantly, my hands flying to his shoulders to steady myself. When he swept his tongue between the seam of my lips, I felt the prick of his fangs breaking my skin, flooding our mouths with the metallic tang of blood.
He groaned, clearly turned on as much as I was.
The feel of his tongue sliding against mine, hot and insistent, pulled a moan from me. I couldn’t help but press against his much larger, harder body, seeking more of what he offered.
Blaylock’s hands moved to my waist, gripping me with a possessiveness that sent shivers down my spine. He pulled me closer until I straddled his lap. We were so close—nearly fused together. I felt the hard length of his huge, monster cock pressing right between my thighs.
My fingers tangled in his hair, and when they brushed against the base of his horns, he let out a low, guttural groan.
“Yes,” he rasped, breaking the kiss to look at me with eyes that were blacker than I’d ever seen them before. “Touch them. Stroke them like you would my cock.”
I gasped at his words, never hearing such vulgarity before. But the wetness dripping from my pussy told me… I liked it.
I hesitated for only a moment before my fingers traced the smooth curve of his horns. They were warm to the touch, and as I stroked them, Blaylock shuddered, his hands tightening on my waist, and his claws tearing at the material of my gown.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he growled, his voice thick with desire. His hips jerked forward, and I felt the unmistakable hardness of him, rock-solid and ready for me. I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like. Was he similar to a human male? Was he… something wholly different?
When he rose again, he pushed me down at the same time, my breath caught, my pussy clenched, and more wetness slipped out of me that I felt my inner thighs grow slick.
Who was this woman who came from nothing but wanted so much from her beast of a king? “Show me,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them.
Blaylock didn’t need me to elaborate. He knew what I wanted to see.
In one swift motion, he stood, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His big hands supported me effortlessly, his biceps flexing and bulging. His strength was both thrilling and terrifying.
He carried me to a soft patch of glowing, light-blue moss, the crystal veins beneath us casting an otherworldly feel to everything.