Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
I held his gaze, body shaking. “I... I wish that you would trust me. There are things that you don’t know. Forces that are playing us both for a fool. If you let me go, I can put all things right.”
“Let you go?” He tsked, swirling a finger around my pussy, collecting the drops of wetness already coming. “I have let you go. Every night. You cannot fault me for your not being quite fast enough.”
I tensed. “Why are we playing this game?”
“Again you ask me questions I’ve answered many times.”
“Because your answers are lies!” I exploded. “You can hardly keep the mocking smirk off your mouth when you spout them! You don’t want me, so let me go!”
Alisdair sighed as he slipped one finger past my folds, then another.
My breath caught on a moan. Never had I hated myself more than when I dropped my knees, opening myself wider to him.
“Very well,” he said, his husky voice wrapping around my ears. “If everything I say is lies, then let me tell you something you’ll know is true.
“I will never let you go.”
My fingers stilled curling in the sheets.
“It is only the runes binding my soul that I allow you the illusion of running from me, and even then I gnaw at the leash—pouring everything I know of magic into burning them away during your precious head starts—just to catch you all the faster.” He dove in to the knuckles and spread his fingers, stretching me wider than I was ever meant to go.
“It doesn’t matter what you do, or what you say. You can shout to the heavens of small, mole-ridden cocks. You can bring Lumenfell to ruin. You can betray me and our conquer of Elva, but I will never run slower. As long as the moon and stars reign, I will chase you to the ends of the world and beyond.
“You are mine, little bird. My toy, my pet, my wife, my queen. So tell me—” His fingers jerked, striking that spot dead-on. My cry almost smothered him. “Do I lie?”
Body trembling, I gazed into his eyes... and shook my head. He wasn’t lying.
“I ask you again,” he continued. “Do you have something you wish to say to me?”
One word. That’s all I had to say and he’d pull out, walk away, and leave me to the torment of my failure in peace. Alisdair did own me in nearly every way. He didn’t have to have my body too.
“No,” I hissed clearly. Firmly. I let the power of it sink into my bones, and then— “I have nothing to say.”
“Good.”
We leaped at the same time—mouths colliding in a chorus of moans and clashing tongues.
I reached for Alisdair’s shaft but he was faster. He grabbed my hand and pinned it over my head. The other hand met the same fate.
His kiss was rough. The grip on my wrists iron-clad.
I bucked, trying to flip him. He snarled and pinned me down harder. Were we fighting or fucking? I wasn’t sure. Maybe both. All I knew was my body thrummed with pure, naked excitement and all the wrongness that came with. More truths than one were revealed that night. I wanted this man, this body, this cock, and there was no point denying it anymore.
My whole life I’ve done what I’m supposed to do. Been the good and responsible girl, denying myself of all the pleasures that weren’t already taken from me. For good and responsible girls, there was nothing more morally decayed on this earth than desiring Alisdair Shadowsoul.
He was a monster and a murderer. He courted death and war with a smile on his face, and tightened the screws of my cage while daring me to complain. There was a reason the curse was turning him into a beast. Not a bird, or a cheetah, or a wolf, or a mole rat. But a vicious, deadly beast only conjured in nightmares.
It was because that was the pure state of his soul, and knowing that I brought such a creature to heel between my legs, was hot, desperate need that burned my core to cinders.
Alisdair clamped my wrists with one hand, then shredded my bodice to ribbons. My breasts fell prey to his ministrations—his rough calluses gliding over my sensitive skin, leaving a trail of popping goose bumps leading the way to the innocent nub.
My moan poured from my lips.
Alisdair tweaked my nipple with abandon, making it ache with need. He descended like a swooping raven faeriken. Taking my nipple in his mouth, he scraped it mercilessly with his teeth.
“Fuck!” I cried out, pure heat shooting through my veins.
Alisdair was incredible like this. Rough, demanding, slavish to my pleasure, and distracted.
Bringing my knees between us, I kicked him off me.
“Argh!” he snarled, flying back on his back. I pounced on him, pinning his arms down. “You’re going to regret that.”