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)
“Don’t say that.”
“It’s the truth.”
“No, you don’t get to do that.”
“Get?”
“I forbid it,” she snapped.
“There would be nothing left here for me.” It was the truth. Until we had children—if we had children—there wouldn’t be any reason to stay. I loved my parents and my brothers, but without my mate, I would be a shell of the person they knew. I’d seen it happen.
“Stop it.”
“Do you want me to lie?”
“About this?” she snapped again. “Yes!”
“Okay, fine,” I replied flatly. “I’d miss you for a week or two, and then I’d get on with my life.”
Lucy rolled her eyes and stretched up to pepper kisses over my chin and jaw. She slid her hand under my shirt and raked her nails softly over the skin on my back.
“You’ve still got stitches in your leg,” I reminded her as I turned my head and captured her lips with mine.
“Can’t even feel them,” she lied against my mouth.
We stripped each other slowly, taking our time rediscovering all of the spots that made each other moan. Lucy loved when my beard brushed against the bottom curves of her breasts. I almost lost it completely when she fisted my hair in her hands, guiding me down her body.
I ran my lips and tongue along the crease of her thigh as I trailed my fingers over her. By the time I’d reached the delicate skin between her legs, she was drenched and gasping. Running my tongue lightly over her, I savored it. Every touch, every sight, every taste was another reminder that I could’ve lost her. She clenched around me as I slid my finger inside her, curling it toward my mouth as I licked at the little bundle of nerves that was growing more swollen by the second. Lucy sobbed, leaning up on one elbow to watch as her hand smoothed down the back of my neck and alongside my jaw. She threw her head back as she came, her feet pressing against the bed as she pressed herself against my mouth.
Her eyes met mine as I rose, soft and adoring. I swallowed hard, knowing that I was looking at her in much the same way.
Reaching down, she curled her hand around my erection, her thumb gliding back and forth across the tip. I shuddered. I needed to be inside her. But when I paused, kneeling between her legs, the sight of the bandage on her thigh stopped me in my tracks. I ran my thumb along the edge of the tape, hesitating.
Lucy huffed impatiently and flipped over. Rising onto her hands and knees, she arched her back. The bandage disappeared, hidden between her thighs and protected from any friction.
The round globes of her ass brushed against me as she swayed from side to side.
“Gods,” I muttered, running my hand down her spine. The tattoo on her back stared at me, a reminder that she had belonged to me long before either of us had known it.
I watched as I slid my fingers along the crack of her ass before pushing one and then two inside her. She was so wet that the sound of it played havoc on my self-control.
Lucy dropped down onto her elbows, giving me an even better view, and that self-control was gone. Rising onto my knees, I fisted my erection and fed it inside, watching her stretch around me as she mewled, her hands fisting the pillow beneath her head.
“Is that better, mate?” I asked softly, pulling out and sliding back in again.
“More,” she ordered, moving in counterpoint.
Leaning over her back, I braced myself next to her shoulder. Our tattoos lined up so closely that they might as well have been kissing.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured into her ear, kissing anything I could reach.
How the hell had I gotten so lucky? Why had the Gods finally let me have her? Was it all just luck, or had I finally proven myself somehow? Whatever the reason, chance or fate, I was grateful.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, I found her clitoris with the tip of my middle finger and circled it, pressing a little harder with each pass until she was writhing against me, trying to both meet my thrusts and push herself harder against my finger. When she finally gave up control and arched into me, I pressed harder, and she came with a muffled scream, her body shaking beneath mine.
Smiling, I lifted my wrist to my mouth and nicked the skin. Carefully, I slid it beneath her and without a word, Lucy’s mouth found it and began to suck. My mouth watered as I pressed my lips against her neck. I licked it softly before pressing my teeth against the pulse there.
The moment she came again, I pierced her flesh and let the taste of her roll through me. There wasn’t anything else in the world like it. There would never be anything even remotely close.