Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
“Your leadership in the battle was incredible,” she purred, taking a halting step toward him, as though she hadn’t had a choice in the action. He hadn’t succumbed to her magic, and so it was yanking her toward the object of her desire.
“Is tonight the night you beg, little deathwatch angel?” he asked her in a rough voice soaked with desire.
John got off his chair and walked away, giving them space.
He reached out a hand to her, leaving it in the air until she slipped her palm against his. He gently pulled her closer.
“Mates aren’t this nervous to be around each other, Natasha.” When she was close enough, he dropped her hand to his thigh before moving his to her wrist. He stroked her upper arm before curling his hand around to her back. He applied pressure, coaxing her closer. “Tell me more about how amazing I am.”
Her nose crinkled, and her eyes glittered with a smile. Her lips twisted to the side, though. Her expression said his company was wanting.
“I would, but I can’t think of a single other thing that might fit.”
“Hmm.” His other hand braced on her hip, bringing her closer still. “I don’t think that is true at all. I think you want to compliment me. To tell me how good I feel, and that you want me to go harder. Deeper.”
A breath tumbled from her parted lips. “Those aren’t compliments, those are demands.”
“Then let’s play the game of demands. Run your hand up my inner thigh and over my hard cock.”
Her chest rose and fell against her dress, pushing her cleavage out of the confining top. He could see her pulse thumping like a frightened rabbit. Her eyes were focused on his mouth as she leaned forward. Her hand inched up, its pressure firm. His hard length was stretched down onto his thigh, trapped within the material. Her fingers brushed the tip, continuing to move. They flowed over his trouser-covered shaft and up until her thumb could stroke across the tip.
He fisted her hair and dragged her closer. She let out a tiny whimper of desire. Their lips crashed together. Her taste exploded into his world, and he growled with the rising tide of passion.
Her hand went to his zipper.
“Undo my pants,” he commanded.
The air heated between their lips. She licked out, running her tongue along his bottom lip.
He bent forward for more of her kiss. More of her taste.
“Nah,” she said, and her energy turned taunting. “I don’t think I will. I’m not the one who’s owned. Or didn’t you get that bracelet I sent you, Daddy?”
She leaned back, her eyes on fire. A sensuous little smirk twisted those plump lips.
“I think it is you who will beg tonight,” she said mischievously. “Too bad I’m not a real mate. At least then, I might have pity on you.”
Her fingers applied more pressure as her hand ran back down his cock. Pleasure coursed through him. She ran her palms back down his inner thighs before bracing on his knees. She was still leaned in, her gaze stamping his lips, and her mischievous smile grew.
“And you can’t even look to another to ease your suffering, or they will know you are open to their advances. With you looking like sex itself—dirty, twisted, filthy sex—you won’t be able to go anywhere without them hounding you.”
She pulled back, and this time he did succumb to her. He couldn’t help it. He leaned forward to stay within her heat.
She winked. “I need a drink. I feel like absolute shit, and it seems the hair of the dog is my only choice.”
With that, she gracefully turned around and sauntered out of their section, her hips swaying methodically and his cock pounding so hard he wasn’t sure there was any blood left in his entire body.
“I get it now.” John resumed his seat. “The games, thing. I still think it was wise to choose the girl. When the games get old, she’ll know you weren’t playing for fun, you were playing for keeps.”
Tristan groaned and bent over, bracing his hands on his knees. “I don’t think I’m going to last that long before I combust.”
“No, probably not.”
35
Nessa
Her body was so hot it felt like literal flames poured out through her skin. It was probably pushing out all the remaining alcohol from last night. Her core pounded, and her panties were soaked through.
She would’ve begged. This time, she would’ve pleaded for that big gargoyle to throw her down and take her. To own her. To dominate her in a way that only he could. He would’ve finally broken her this time…except that if she’d kept going, she would’ve thrown up all over him. Then fainted. She was really regretting her choices from the night before.
“Hello, hello.” Jasper caught her as she headed out of the VIP area, looping his arm within hers. “You do not look great. Are you going to yack?”