Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 16835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16835 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 84(@200wpm)___ 67(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
We left the hall and walked down the shadowed corridor to our bedchamber. I was exhausted from the evening, but I felt good—so good, so comfortable. And I felt crazy for it, because I’d never felt that way before.
My gown shimmered as we walked silently, Draxus’s arm around me. With each step, my body heated further. Because I knew what would happen once we were in our room.
I’d felt so powerful standing before all those creatures and monsters. How strange to feel at peace in such an unfamiliar place.
“You played your part well, my sweet Queen Elowen,” Draxus rumbled, his voice deep and wrapping around me. He tightened his arm around my waist as we neared the room, his tone approving. I felt pride in myself.
We stopped at the door, and I glanced up at him, my breath catching as I caught the glint in his fiery eyes—burning for me with pleasure. So much anticipation thrummed through my veins.
The shadows of the corridor seemed to bend around us, caging us in an intimate setting. He lifted his hand—massive, clawed, and impossibly warm—and reached out. I leaned into his touch.
His fingers brushed my cheek, and the heat of him sent a shiver down my spine.
“You’re trembling,” he observed, his voice dangerously soft.
“I’m… ready for you,” I admitted. I was burning up—from his nearness, from his gaze that stripped me bare, from the way he always watched me.
His stare was possessive. Primal.
He moved his hand down to my neck, his thumb pressing gently against my pulse.
“Your heart is racing, sweet girl,” he growled.
I swallowed hard, my heart hammering. “Take me to bed, my king,” I whispered, submitting fully.
His mouth curled into a smirk, revealing his sharp, gleaming teeth. “I’m going to devour you, sweetness.” He leaned in and inhaled at the crown of my head. “You were magnificent tonight. Every eye was on you. Every beast in that hall saw the power that simmers beneath your skin. They know you’ll soon feel how strong you are. And once you do... they’ll heed you in all ways.” His thumb pressed harder against my throat, and a thrill of dark electricity shot through me.
I couldn’t speak until my body leaned into him on instinct. “I’m yours, Draxus. Always. Take me to bed, please,” I pleaded.
His thick, barbed tail thumped behind him like an anvil. My gaze dropped to it. I’d never touched it before—but tonight, I needed to.
He lifted me into his arms before I could gasp, carried me into our room, and shut the door behind us. Still cradled in his arms, I reached around, my fingers brushing the smooth, thick plates of his shell, his scutes hard, but smooth in the same breath. heat under my touch made my arousal spike.
Draxus stiffened, a growl slipping from his throat.
“What are you doing?” he asked, voice gruff with barely restrained desire.
“I love touching you,” I whispered, then wiggled until he put me down. Moving the elegant cloth that separated me from my destination, I got on my knees between his giant spread legs and reached through them for his tail, letting my fingers slide down the underside of its spiked length. It was warm, like the rest of him, like lava simmered beneath the surface. I wrapped my hands around what I could of it—thick, muscled. The way his body tensed told me everything I needed to know.
So I kept going.
I pulled the heavy appendage closer, and he gave me what I wanted, wrapping it in a way I could rub the spikes at the bulbous end of his tail until he snarled, the sound sharp and raw.
“Elowen,” he warned, voice ragged with lust. But he didn’t stop me.
Instead, he bent forward, legs still wide, so he could cage my much smaller body in with his huge frame, the heat of him burning through my gown.
“Draxus,” I whispered, looking up until I found his reptilian eyes, my thighs slick with need.
Still holding his gaze, I ran my fingers along the ridges of his tail again, feeling the way it pulsed beneath my hand. He gripped the back of my head possessively then, his tail curling around me but somehow feeling comforting, even with its armor and barbs. It’s like my body was perfectly made to fit right in between the rough edges of him and nestle into the soft parts.
And then I saw it—his cock, extending and hardening above my head.
More wetness bloomed beneath my gown. I leaned back, breath caught, as I saw the bulge pressing against the ruby-studded sarong he wore.
“Draxus,” I gasped.
He could see it. Smell it. The evidence of how badly I needed him.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he snarled, voice rough with need. His hand slid down my back, the heat of his touch searing.