Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 165618 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 828(@200wpm)___ 662(@250wpm)___ 552(@300wpm)
My skin was feeling tingly in a manner I wasn’t sure I cared for, at the same time I knew it was excitement.
“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.
He lifted a shoulder nonchalantly, but there was nothing nonchalant about the intent way he was gazing at me.
“You say there’s a good probability you’ll be in Tan’s life for a long time. He’s resolved to make you his queen. You should know about your beings, their history, myths, traditions.”
Hmm.
So maybe he didn’t simply dislike me because I’d messed things up with Tanyn.
Maybe there was a hint of him not wanting me, a demon from the Fall, to be his queen.
I didn’t ask after this, and not only because the jet was powering down to shift into hover for landing.
I shoved my tablet in my bag and grabbed my coat.
We landed.
I shot a quick glance out the window to see Tanyn standing at the edge of the landing bay, no coat (gods!), no hat (that male!), his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
Scrummy.
Hurley was sitting beside him.
Quickly, I unbuckled, stood, swung on my coat, grabbed my bag and walked to the door.
It opened, the steps folded down and Nayden went first (he always went first, security protocol, according to Nayden), the pilot held back, and I stepped out.
Tanyn didn’t move (though, Hurley did, right to me, whereupon I bent to give him some pets, even as I kept moving), and I sauntered Tanyn’s way like I had all the time in the world to get to him.
Until I was ten feet away, then, very unlike me (and I didn’t give a crap) I skipped eagerly toward him, threw myself at him, locking my arms around his shoulders.
I caught his smile right before he kissed me.
And I felt like I’d come home.
The male refused to let me have the top!
This was why he was covered in scratch and bite marks, and my pale skin was coming up with delicious bruises.
Granted, there were often times where I got distracted from my goal, and these times centered around when he was kissing me, I was tasting his skin on my tongue, he got two strong fingers inside me, I got a few strokes in on his cock, and the like.
But when Tanyn had his lips locked around my nipple, and he was concentrating on driving me mad by sucking hard at it, I struggled through the waves of pleasure, planted a foot in the bed, heaved and rolled him to his back.
Triumphantly, I swung a leg over his hips to straddle him and reached for his cock to get it inside me.
I didn’t take hold because he surged up, then up, and I was up too, with his hands under my arms.
Then I was on my back with him on top of me, as well as thrusting inside me.
I refused to acknowledge how good that felt (and it felt good).
“I’m a great ride, you know,” I panted, lifting my hips to his rhythm to get more of him.
“I know,” he replied, and to drive his point home (literally), he started going faster.
Harder.
“I meant me doing the riding,” I pushed out, sinking my nails into his lats and delighting in hearing his resulting grunt.
“We’ll see.”
“We could see now.”
He sunk into the root, filling me.
We felt so perfect like that, and for other reasons besides, I whimpered.
“Are you not enjoying this?” he asked.
I was a very good liar.
But not that good.
I decided to remain quiet.
He grinned a victorious grin.
I frowned, lifted my head and gave his lower lip a vicious nip.
And yes, I tasted his blood.
Delicious.
Lightning crackled in his eyes, he took my mouth with his as his cock took everything else.
After a few minutes, I came, loudly, gloriously.
And not long later, I watched him do the same.
“Um…” I did not fully state what was on my mind.
Even so, Tanyn flashed a smile at me.
We were still in bed.
In fact, Tanyn had barely said hello to Nayden before he guided me up to his chamber, and the games began.
I was glad he did this, and not only for the obvious reasons.
Being back in that room, bad memories could emerge.
He didn’t give them time to do so.
We were there, then we were making love.
Now those memories weren’t gone, but the barb they held was dulled completely.
And now, I was wearing his sweater, he’d pulled on his jeans, and two members of staff (both I did not meet when I was there the last time) arrived, one carrying a tray with two bottles of red wine and two glasses, the other carrying a tray covered in cheeses, bread slices, crackers, spreads, cured meats, olives and nuts, with two enormous toffee cashew cookies.
The tray of food, now mostly decimated (we’d worked up an appetite), sat on the bed. The wine (we’d already been through one bottle and were into the second) on the nightstand. The glasses were in our hands.