Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
“One more night will not kill you.”
“It might.”
He smiles. “I feel your need, Tovik. Believe me, I know what you’re going through. It’s just as bad for me. But she’s not like us. She’s a human. This is all new to her. We must give her a minute at least.”
I sit back down with a huff. “One night,” I say, cursing under my breath. “For I won’t be able to wait any longer than that.”
“Let’s pray to the gods that we won’t have to,” he says, rubbing his eyes. “I won’t be able to stand that much torture either.”
Chapter Six
Vaela
Istare at the ceiling for a full two hours. I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to fall asleep.
My body is on fire.
I’m twisting and turning in bed, wondering where this heavy throbbing between my legs came from. It’s deep, insistent, and so needy I can’t think of anything else.
Heat keeps rushing through me in waves, leaving my face flushed and my breathing uneven.
I close my eyes, but all I can see is them.
Cassius’ sexy grin. Those alluring eyes. Those slender hands that would probably tease and stir me up until I’m begging for him to touch me down there.
Tovik. Strong and solid and so fucking sexy. I can’t stop thinking about what it would feel like to have those powerful hands holding me down as he took me from behind, grunting in my ear.
And the two of them together? Making me their plaything? Oh gods…
Heat rushes through me in waves, leaving my face flushed and my breathing uneven.
Every nerve in my body seems awake, buzzing beneath my skin while sleep remains completely out of reach.
I throw off the blankets and grunt in frustration. The relentless ache between my legs is unbearable.
My hand slides down my stomach to release some of that aching, but I stop myself. I am still a lady. I have to keep myself under control.
Besides, I know the only thing that will release this lustful tension is those two sexy wolf kings out there.
I step out of bed and head over to the window, gazing out at the dark plains in front of the castle. A wolf howls in the distance. Several more answer.
I wonder how long it will take to get used to that?
After a while of gazing up at the moon and stars, I throw on a yellow summer dress and head out to walk around the castle and burn some energy. Maybe even to catch a glimpse of those sexy kings who keep insisting I’m their mate.
It seems insane. Me? Their mate?
But the more I think about it, the more right it feels. My body was craving theirs. I was sitting there with my pussy aching, wishing they would act on those dirty thoughts I knew they were thinking. I kept wondering what it would feel like to have all those hands on me. Their sexy mouths… Their long, hard cocks…
My whole life, I’ve never even fantasized about having one cock, and now, I want two at the same time? What is this place?
I sneak into the quiet hallway with the slow-burning torches on the walls lighting the way. My pulse races whenever I look at the dark shadows, wondering if there’s a wolf in there waiting to leap on me.
But I know that’s silly. Cassius and Tovik wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me. I could feel the protectiveness in their gazes as much as I could feel their intense possession wrapping around me.
I tiptoe down a few hallways and then up the curling staircase, which leads to the kings’ room. Oren gave me a very brief tour of the place when he showed me to my room, so I know which way to go.
My heart pounds nervously when I see the flickering light under their door. I almost turn back, but I keep going, needing to see them again.
I take a deep breath and knock on the thick wooden door.
It opens a minute later, and my breath is taken away when Cassius greets me with a sexy grin.
“Princess,” he says with those lust-filled eyes roaming all over me. “I was hoping to see you.”
He’s ditched the fancy clothes and is wearing silk black pajama pants and a white tank top. His long black hair is tied back into a ponytail. Somehow he looks even sexier in casual clothes.
His thick muscular arms cross over his chest as he leans on the doorframe and practically fucks me with his eyes. He inhales deeply, his nostrils flaring as his sexy eyes darken. I wonder if he can smell what I’m thinking. If he can smell all that throbbing between my legs.
A part of me is embarrassed, but a darker, naughtier part of me is intrigued. It wants him to smell. It wants him to know.