Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“I know.” I reached up to cup his broad, shadowy cheek, glad to see my fingers no longer passed through him. “And I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”
He let out a slow, trembling breath. Then he nodded once.
“Then take me.”
The words ignited something deep inside me—a rush of heat, of power, of aching need that had nothing to do with modesty or fear and everything to do with claiming what was mine.
I turned and led him to the bedroom, the same room where I used to lie awake in a too-big bed and wonder if I’d made up the monster under it. Now I was about to make love to him. No, not just make love—I was going to bind him to me. Forever.
I dropped the cloak as I stepped inside, letting it puddle on the wooden floor. I was naked beneath it, but I didn’t feel vulnerable. I felt powerful. My magic was still flowing, making my whole body tingle and I felt more than ready to do this.
Shadow followed me, his massive form ducking slightly under the doorframe as he came into the bedroom. I realized that I had never seen him standing upright in this room before—he was so tall his horns nearly brushed the ceiling.
“This room smells like you,” he growled, nostrils flaring. “Like comfort. Like home.”
“I want it to be your home now too,” I said, turning toward him. “I need you, Shadow. I need to feel you in me.”
He reached for me slowly, like I might vanish if he moved too fast. But when his hands met my skin—truly touched me this time—I gasped. They were completely solid—warm and real. That told me that we were definitely on the right track.
I surged forward and dragged him down, my mouth finding his once more. The kiss was desperate this time—all-consuming, with months, years, a lifetime of longing poured into it. I’d never had a lover like Shadow before—one who was so devoted to me.
My monster kissed me back like he was dying of thirst, like I was water in the desert and every part of him ached for me—ached to be claimed and bonded.
His claws slid over my curves, mapping my body like he was memorizing every inch. When he palmed my breast, his thumb brushed over my nipple and I moaned into his mouth, arching against him.
“Danni,” he rumbled, his golden eyes half-lidded. “I want to worship every inch of you. I want to make you mine—completely mine.”
“Then don’t wait.” My voice was thick with emotion—and lust. “Show me. Make me yours.”
He bent to kiss down my neck, his tongue leaving a trail of heat that made my knees weak. I reached for him, needing to see him, to touch every bit. His body was enormous, broad-chested and powerful, with thick thighs and a belly that was strong, not soft. Beneath his midnight blue fur, I could see the outline of his sheath. I stroked it gently with one hand and he gave a low growl.
“Gods, your soft little hands…”
As he spoke, the broad blue-gold head emerged, followed by his long, thick cock. This was the first time I’d seen it fully in the light. The ridged shaft curved slightly, pulsing with heat. And at the base I saw the swelling of his knot, which promised to tie us together forever.
If I could take it.
A flash of fear stirred in my belly—but only for a moment.
This is what will bind him to me and to this world. This is what makes him stay with me. I have to take it—I know I can do it.
I spread my legs on the bed and beckoned him forward, my voice trembling only slightly. “Take me, Shadow. Knot me. Bind yourself to me. I want it—I want you.”
He groaned, deep and rough, and crawled over me like a storm cloud descending—massive, overwhelming, and intensely protective. He cupped the back of my head, staring into my eyes.
“You are my mate,” he whispered. “My little witch. My home.”
But instead of entering me, Shadow dropped to his knees before me like a worshipper kneeling at the altar, and I was the offering.
“Let me taste you, little witch,” he growled, voice thick with hunger. “Let me make you ready.”
Before I could even gasp, his massive hands gripped my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed, toward his mouth. Then his tongue—hot, broad, and impossibly wet—dragged through my folds in one long, devastating lick.
I cried out, my knees buckling as pleasure surged through me.
“God, Shadow!”
He groaned against me, the vibration rumbling straight through my pussy. I clutched at his horns, gripping their curving surfaces, needing something to anchor me as he devoured me like he was starving.
His tongue lapped and circled, slow at first—tasting, teasing. He licked me open with long strokes, flicking the tip against my clit before sucking it into his mouth until my whole body pulsed with need.