Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 112500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 563(@200wpm)___ 450(@250wpm)___ 375(@300wpm)
Her pain was his own. His beast howled, Why deny her? Why deny us? “This time, witch. Come in my mouth,” he commanded with another thrust of his fingers and swipe of his tongue. Come, and destroy me.
Shuddering in his hold, she gave a pained cry to the sky. Her lips quivered against his as ecstasy racked her. “Ah, gods, yes! Yes!” Her pain turned to release, and she screamed as her tight pussy milked his fingers with each wave of it. The sound branded him.
Groaning for more, lapping up every drop of her orgasm, he annihilated her with his tongue, barely holding his seed. No battle had ever been so fraught or so close.
When her screams faded and sensitivity jolted her lithe muscles with each hard lash of his tongue, she tried to break free, but he clamped her to his mouth, unyielding.
“No more, no more!” Her claws sharpened, digging into his scalp. “Let me go!” Those demonic eyes promised pain. How? She couldn’t use magic, so what would she do? He waited, ready.
Her tail rose behind her, sinuous and gleaming in the moonlight. He watched it arch like a serpent about to strike.
It coiled around his throat. He kept his gaze raised to hers, kept licking, even as her tail constricted, threatening to choke him.
He and the witch stared at each other, both wondering what her next move would be.
Her wetness returned in a rush. Pleasure bloomed again, granting him another course of his new favorite meal.
Suddenly, her tail relaxed until it lovingly curved around him, more embrace than threat. Her mouth slackened in shock at it, as if to say, You traitor!
Alone in her struggle—witch, demon, queen—she moaned and surrendered, the sound half fury, half submission.
Chapter 28
Ditch
“I’m spent. Never again!” she gasped, voice worn thin from screaming. The Lykae had wrung climax after climax from her until she lost count.
When she finally slipped free of his grasp, her legs barely obeyed.
She hadn’t meant to lose control like some nymph in heat. Usually, she paced herself better. But under this wolf’s skillful kiss, her mind had gone white with one reckless mantra: Surrender. Just for tonight.
“Get back here, witch. I hunger still.” His tone was a rasping growl. “The interlude ends when I do. You spoke these words.”
“I can’t come anymore,” she protested, breathless. “You’ve broken me.”
His bulging muscles sheened with sweat in the moonlight. His cock bobbed, painting swaths of precum over his torso.
“Great Hecate,” she muttered, “I could get pregnant just looking at that.”
He swept his burning gaze from her horns to her toes. Sounding delirious, he said, “Back your arse to the bars, and lift that tail o’ yours. I’ll breed you so well you’ll touch the moon itself.”
She glared. “I’m insulted that you haven’t spontaneously come. I’m irresistible in the worst of circumstances. And I’m your mate. You should be helpless in the face of my glory!”
“You assume I’m no’? Gods, witch, can you no’ tell how kissing you affects me? And I did lose my seed spontaneously when I opened your scented letter.”
“Then why not now?”
“Willpower.” He looked dangerous. “I’ll have more from you than one stolen night. You swore to stay with me till the interlude ended. Now it will continue indefinitely.”
“So that’s your plan. You sound so rational. Have I not tempted you beyond reason?”
“Your taste alone makes me fear for my sanity! But my need for you to come back to my castle with me—where I can keep you safe—overwhelms every other desire.”
“You think you can pleasure me again and again without coming?”
“Aye. And then at moonset, you’ll accompany me to Craigdúr. To my bed.”
“For how long?”
“Till you canna imagine life without my cock inside you.”
“Tricksy wolf.” Admiration laced her tone, despite her frustration with him. He should be a lock for her demonic sexuality, and he’d been touched by fate to prefer her above all others!
“No’ tricksy. Determined.”
“How determined?” she challenged. “Do you think you can resist my mouth?”
His throat worked on a thick swallow, and his brows drew together. “Must.”
“Your turn then,” she purred. “Let’s test that Lykae willpower.” She sank to her knees at the edge of the cage. The instant her face hovered before his meaty shaft, she realized she wasn’t nearly as spent as she’d claimed.
His glistening tip lit her up like a wick meeting a cauldron flame. The head was so engorged the slit had widened.
“You’re not the only one with ungodsly hungers, wolf king. I’ll consume you.” She licked her lips, and his gaze snapped to her pointed demon tongue.
A growl escaped him, primal and ready.
As if bespelled, he stepped closer, threading that massive length between the bars toward her mouth.
“It wants inside me,” she said almost with awe. “Any way it can.”
He nodded gravely.
She cupped his heavy balls, heat pulsing through her palm. They were big and damp with sweat. She tickled behind them with her black claws, murmuring, “So trusting. Though we both know I could geld you with a flick of my wrist.”