Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
What did he see? Did he touch my soul the way I touched his? Does he know how empty I was before being filled with him?
“Don’t you pull away from me now,” Dante says with a growl. “I got through the bad part. Now I want the fun part. The connection is weird and disconcerting, but I have to admit, this part feels good.”
He pushes himself at me. I gasp as I feel his pleasure. Our minds meet once more, and I can feel the joy Dante takes in our mating.
He loves my tight pussy. It feels so small, closing around him and claiming his cock. He can feel my muscles milking him. It is such intense pleasure, and I know he never felt it quite like this before. He loves the way I hold him tight. Even my nails biting into the flesh of his back feels good to him. He revels in me.
Light. I am surrounded by it. I can see through Dante’s eyes. I am beautiful to him. There is a gorgeous golden glow surrounding me. This is how a vampire identifies a consort. He thinks I look like an angel from something called the Heaven plane. I am his angel.
My heart feels so full. I can see myself through his eyes, and I will never be able to feel ugly again. He is my warrior, even if he does not know it.
I open myself and let everything out. My pleasure, my love, my joy.
“Oh, baby, oh, baby, Kaja,” Dante says, losing his rhythm. He picks up the pace as though he can deny it no longer. His heart races. I can feel it. My own starts to pound in time to his. I press my hips up, allow my hands to cup his ass. I love the feel of his muscled ass pumping into my pussy. I can feel him rushing toward orgasm.
His balls draw up. There is a tingle at the base of his spine, and it starts. His essence shoots from him. It flows out of his body, making him twist and turn with pleasure. I am overwhelmed with Dante’s feelings and emotions. I can feel my own muscles squeezing around Dante’s cock. It is so tight. It feels so good to give me everything he has. It feels different and right. He wants to give me all of it. He wants to fill me up.
He grinds out the last and falls on me.
I can feel the door between us closing as I come back to myself, but before it winks out of existence, I feel one last thing from Dante.
Peace.
I brought him that.
Chapter Eighteen
Dante
I glance back at Kaja one last time before pushing through the bushes. I want to stay with her, to cuddle her and fall asleep, but I need to check in with Meg. Despite the tree and rain cloud, she’s still my responsibility until one of her husbands actually shows up in person.
And I could do with a bit of time away from Kaja. My instinct is to stay close to her every minute of the day. It’s disconcerting. What the hell is happening to me? None of this is going the way I planned.
But I won’t change it. I won’t take it back. That kind of scares me, too.
I brush the leaves from my clothes. The light is brighter here, so my sunglass implants flow to cover my eyes. The world comes into sharp focus, and I can hear Meg. She sits beside the river, and my heart falls when I realize she’s crying. The rain cloud is gone, and the tree seems to be just a tree again.
I rush to her, kneeling down. “Meg? Are you all right? What’s wrong?”
She glances up, her face streaked with tears. She brushes them away with the back of her hand. “I’m fine. It’s been a rough couple of days.”
I settle in beside her. “Talk to me. You can talk to me.”
She stares at her lap and takes a deep breath. “It’s really happening.”
Torin. Yes, I’m feeling that, too. “It’s going to be all right. Beck can handle anything Torin throws at him.”
“He sent a group of goblins to attack our village. Beck said it was horrible. We lost some of our people, and they burned down our farm. Our home is gone.”
I reach for her hand, a strange mix of rage and sorrow filling me. I love that village. Beck and Ci built it with their own hands. I was there, too. We were kids when Beck and Ci lost their throne. I just started college. My father offered them asylum, but the kings chose to stay with their people on the Refugee plane and build a world for themselves.
Beck and Ci were forced to grow up fast.
“I don’t want you to worry about a thing, Meg. You and Beck and Ci can come home with me and Kaja.”