Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
I wasn’t sure who moved first, but the moment our lips met, it felt like I’d been doused in cool water on a hot summer day. The relief was instant and addicting.
Ambrose had half risen out of his seat to reach me, and he straightened without losing contact. One of his hands cupped my breast, and the other wrapped around my back as he shuffled us away from the couch. I wasn’t paying much attention to the change in scenery as I took my time discovering the ridges of his chest and belly. The man had muscle upon muscle. I couldn’t even guess how many hours it had taken to sculpt a body like his.
We stumbled to a stop as my ass hit something soft. When I pulled my mouth from his to look around, I realized we were in his bedroom.
He hadn’t bothered with the light, but it was just bright enough to make out the bed I’d landed against, a rocking chair in the corner, and a low, wide dresser against the wall under a window with filmy curtains. Moonlight just barely shone through them.
“Mine,” he said under his breath, his mouth moving to my throat.
I froze, instinct and something darker making me brace as he sucked the skin into his mouth.
He let go almost immediately, kissing the spot gently.
“Nice room,” I said as he gripped my ass and lifted me onto the bed.
“Can I?” he asked, ignoring my compliment. His fingers paused at the waistband of my jeans.
I lifted my hips to help him. Every inch he uncovered tingled with awareness as he bared the rest of me. I’d lost my shoes somewhere in Zeke’s room when we’d first arrived, and Ambrose gently tugged my socks off.
“You too,” I ordered as he braced my feet on his chest, his hands gliding down my shins to my knees and back up toward my ankles.
“Not a good idea,” he growled, lifting my foot to kiss the inside of my ankle.
“I think it’s a great idea.”
“I think you’re not ready to have me inside you.”
“Who said anything about being inside me?” I asked, taking in the wide expanse of his shoulders, the light dusting of chest hair, and the tattoo that matched my own. It wasn’t as if we had to have sex just because he was naked. There were plenty of other things we could do.
Ambrose just stared at me.
God, he was beautiful. Even when he was looking at me like I’d lost my mind.
A wave of heat pulsed through me, making my breath catch. The feeling didn’t seem to be getting any better. Sometimes it was a dull heat, like stepping into a sauna. Other times, it felt like falling into a hot tub that had been set too high. At its worst, it felt like that hot tub water had been injected directly into my veins, boiling me from the inside.
The orgasms earlier had been excellent, but they hadn’t come close to satisfying the clawing need that I’d been trying so hard to ignore.
Widening my legs, I clenched my hands in the comforter as Ambrose reached for me, running his fingers gently over my clit before thrusting them inside. I was already so wet that they met no resistance.
“Fuck it,” Ambrose said, pulling his hand back. He pushed the fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean before reaching for the button on his own jeans.
I almost jumped out of my skin when a disembodied voice rang through the room.
“Ulf, we need you downstairs,” Erik demanded.
“What the fuck?” I hissed, covering my breasts with my hands as I sat up and frantically searched the room.
“Intercom,” Ambrose announced, pointing to a little black square on the wall. Reaching out, he tugged me from the bed and helped me pull my jeans back on. Every inch of my skin was sensitized and screaming at the abrasive denim fabric, but I didn’t complain as he hurried me out of the room.
Less than a minute later, we were both dressed and rushing down the stairs. When we got to the living room, Sven and Alice were standing with another man, talking to Ambrose’s brothers and parents.
“Finau?” Ambrose barked, slamming to a halt. His arm came out to keep me behind him.
“Easy,” Chance said, moving toward us.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ambrose asked, glaring at the man.
Beau and Reese came in behind us, and Beau cursed. “Reese, take Lucy out of here,” he ordered.
“Fuck that noise,” Reese replied.
I moved a little closer to Ambrose.
“You have two seconds to tell me why the hell you’re in this house,” Ambrose announced, his voice low and menacing.
“They took my mate,” Finau replied. Not a man. A Vampire. As I looked closer, I could see the sweat darkening the hair at his temples and the tension around his eyes. I didn’t know who he was, but I felt a twinge of sympathy anyway.