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)
And then his hands were everywhere—touching me over my gown-covered body, exploring me in ways no other man had before. I knew this was the calm before the storm. I knew what this was to its very core.
Being claimed.
“I need to see all of you.” He looked at me with an almost pained expression on his brutally savage face.
“Bare me, Blaylock.”
He growled so loudly, so deeply, that the very walls vibrated and illuminated from the sound.
He shred my gown with the tips of his sharp claws until the tattered fabric lay on either side of my body, a barbaric testament of his need for me.
Blaylock sat back on his haunches. Wonder and gratitude flashed over his face before his fierce, primal side took over. His eyes blazed a burning trail from my face, over my full breasts, stopping on my erect nipples momentarily before landing on my glistening pussy. Baring his teeth, he flicked his very long and pointed dark gray tongue out and swiped it over his lower lip.
I was breathless under Blaylock’s ferocious perusal and need. He peppered heated, fervent kisses down my neck, over my collarbone, and settled on my breasts. That pointed tongue of his smoothed over my nipple, and I arched into him reflexively, a guttural moan escaping my lips. God, that was better than anything I’d ever felt. The sensations bolted right to my clit, causing that little nub to throb.
“Blaylock, please,” I begged, my hands spearing through his hair, fisting the silky strands. My fingers found his large, hard horns again and I circled around them. Ever so lightly, I glided my palms along their lengths. Back and forth. Back and forth, Back and forth.
A sound of uncontrolled desire ripped from deep within Blaylock’s chest—very primal, very feral. He gave my nipple one last, long lick, and rose slightly to lock his gaze on mine.
I opened my mouth, knowing what I wanted to say, but no words spilled from my parted lips. This low hum and vibration came from him, and he stood slowly, almost methodically, and undid the ties of his leather pants before pushing them down his muscular legs.
And the sight of it sent a shock of heat straight to the center of my pussy.
For long seconds, I just stared at him… at what was between his legs. The length was massive, thicker and longer than anything I’d ever seen, and bigger than what could comfortably fit inside of a woman.
It was a dark gray color, the same as the rest of his body, and looked smooth and utterly intimidating as it hardened into something more—something stone-like. My breath caught as I noticed a smaller secondary appendage, similar in appearance to his cock, emerging from the slitted tip.
“This,” he rasped, his voice rough with desire as he grabbed his cock and stroked himself, the second appendage emerging even more, “will ensure my seed goes where it needs to—when you’re ready.”
His words sent a jolt through me. The realization of what he meant was both thrilling and overwhelming. The sight of Blaylock, fully exposed for me, fully erect for me, sent a shock of heat straight to my pussy, my body ready to give in to the primal need he ignited in me.
“You are mine,” he said, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down my spine.
He lowered his body between my thighs, his massive hands spreading me wide as his face hovered over my pussy. He looked into my eyes for only a second before his pointed tongue delved into my pussy hole with a hunger that made me cry out.
His mouth was hot, wet, and relentless as he lapped at me with a rhythm that had my hips bucking uncontrollably, my cunt grinding against his face, smearing my cream over his mouth and cheeks. Blaylock growled against me, the vibrations sending sharp waves of pleasure through my body.
“Yes,” I moaned uncontrollably. I writhed beneath him, my hands tugging on his horns, stroking him, and causing him to growl, the vibrations spearing right to my clit. I gasped, my voice breaking as his tongue curled inside me, teasing, tasting, claiming.
“My little bird is delicious,” he snarled and ate me out with more fervor, sliding his tongue in and out of me only to slip out every now and then to lick me from my ass to my clit.
He didn’t stop, his movements growing more fervent as I grew wetter and needier until I was trembling on the edge of release. Just as I was about to tip over the edge, Blaylock pulled away, his breath ragged, his mouth glossy from my pussy juices.
Without a word, he grabbed the root of his cock and positioned himself over me, the thick, stone-hard tip of his cock pressing against my pussy hole, his little appendage wiggling and pushing against me, trying to gain entrance. God… he was hard. Like literal stone. But hotter than fire.