Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90897 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Then a sting on his lips had him groaning as Echo bit him and sucked.
Remembering her other needs, he reluctantly yanked his head back. “Bite me. Take what you need.”
Her incisors sprang down at his words, her eyes silvering completely. She panted with want, her body throbbing with two different desires.
“Echo. I want you to.” He did. Elijah didn’t even care if her bite hurt. He wanted to give this female everything she needed. He didn’t entirely understand the depth of his feelings for her, but Elijah wasn’t going to hide from them anymore.
“What if I can’t stop?”
“Has that ever been a problem?”
“No. But …” She tipped her chin defiantly, as if daring him to reject her. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I don’t know how it’ll affect my hunger.”
Euphoria buzzed through him, his erection becoming painful with want at her declaration. “Trust me,” he said, his words husky with lust. “I’m strong enough to stop you if you lose control.”
That’s when he saw the last of her defenses crumble. She bit her lip and her fangs hung over the lush bottom one in a strangely adorable fashion. Finally, she whispered, “Not here. It reeks in this alley. I’m not doing that here with you.”
Because it was different with him.
She wasn’t just slaking her hunger on an unwitting stranger. A practical transaction.
This was more than that.
Before she could say another word, Elijah took her hand and fae-sped them from the back of the alley all the way to the hotel room.
Echo gasped as they blasted into the room, and she stumbled from his hold. “Whoa. The room is spinning.”
Elijah steadied her. “Sorry about that. I’m a little impatient to have you.”
As the room filled with the mingled scent of their arousal, Elijah was the one to lose control. As he kissed her, stroking his tongue along hers, wanting to taste every inch of her, he yanked at her leather jacket, then broke the kiss to whip off her T-shirt.
Her incisors sliced down again as he tore off his own shirt.
“Christ, you’re stunning,” he whispered hoarsely, his eyes dragging over her pale but taut skin. She wore a sheer red bra that revealed her nipples. Nipples he couldn’t wait to suck and lick while she rode him. “Echo …” He’d never wanted anyone this much. Echo was the one afraid of losing control, but Elijah felt like a starving man in a restaurant, desperate to try every part of her all at once.
But her needs came first.
He sat down on the edge of the bed and tilted his head, giving her his neck. “Take what you need.”
Her tongue flashed as she caressed the tip of it over her fangs. “You’re sure?”
“Never been surer of anything.”
She approached him almost tentatively, so opposite from her usual assertive confidence. Elijah held himself still but couldn’t help the groan that escaped his throat as she reached up to trail her fingertips down his shoulders and over his pecs and nipples. Then she surprised him by straddling him. It put her cleavage right in his face, and he couldn’t help but press his mouth to her soft, cool skin.
Elijah grunted, his palms coursing down her slender back as she settled firmly on him. His balls tightened as she undulated on him. “Echo … fuck.” He panted against her mouth. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Maybe a little,” she whispered hoarsely. “Ready?”
He nodded, arching his neck again.
Her eyes bled silver, and he sensed her hunger like a throbbing wild thing between them.
Then her mouth was on his neck, tongue hot and wet, licking at a pulsing vein.
Her fangs scraped at his skin and there was a momentary sharp pain as they sank into him.
But only momentary.
At the pulling sensation of her sucking his blood, her tongue licking at the drops, Elijah groaned loudly. It was as if she was sucking on his cock instead, the sensation was so arousing.
His hands slid down her back, gripping her bottom as Echo’s hips moved with a mind of their own, grinding down on him until he was mindless with desire. “Yes, fuck, yes,” he moaned, his hands slipping down under her jeans to grip her bare arse.
Suddenly, Echo yanked her head up, his blood dripping down her chin. Her features tightened and then released as she cried out, her lower body shaking and trembling with her obvious orgasm.
Elijah was about to come in his fucking jeans.
Echo’s eyes flew open, shock glittering in them. They were jade again. “Wow.”
“Yeah?”
She nodded, searching his face like she’d never seen him before. “That was … I’ve never … wow.”
Understanding dawned and with it, smug possessiveness. “You’ve never come before when drinking from someone?”
She shook her head, still panting. “Never.” Her gaze dropped to the wound on his neck. “And I stopped myself.”