Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121008 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Dante shakes his head. “Not going to work. Meg, if you can’t handle it, then I need for you to run. Run to the stands. I’ll distract him.”
“Shut up,” Beck barks in a deep voice. “You don’t talk to my mate.”
Oh, he’s going to be such fun. If he wasn’t so hot and I couldn’t feel how emotional he is, I would walk away. But something compels me to stay even though I know I’m about to join the exhibitionism club. Well, I wanted to explore my sexuality. “Fine, but you better be right. If I find out this is a stupid joke, I’ll stake you myself.” I throw my arms around his neck and mold my body to his. The minute I touch him my whole body comes to life. It’s easy to go up on my toes and brush my lips over his. The sword he holds falls out of his hand. “Please, Your Highness, I am yours. You have to take care of me.”
I take a deep breath and pray that damn vampire is right. I breathe deeply so my breasts swell against his chest. Finally, I have his full attention.
He towers over me. His gray eyes were filled with anger before, but now they gleam down, a mixture of the rage he’s fighting and something else entirely.
“You shouldn’t have come out here.” He growls as he takes my face between his hands. He shifts them slightly until they tangle in my hair. He looks righteously masculine, and I feel my heart speed up.
It takes me a moment to form the words. “I had to come.”
He’s so close. His neck and shoulder are injured, the wounds seeping blood. There’s a part of me that wants to shrink back, but seeing this piece of him is important. He’s a warrior, and not the kind who drops a bomb from above or pushes a button from miles away. He fights in close quarters. His life is always on the line. He’s a knight, and I feel like his lady. He was intent on destruction, but I stayed his hand.
It’s a heady feeling.
A low growl comes from his throat, and then his mouth is on mine. The world falls away. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know that others are watching us. I can hear the announcer call the battle in favor of Beck. The crowd cheers, and then the announcer says something about a public display of sexual compatibility, but Beck’s tongue sweeps inside my mouth and I don’t care. He holds my head in his hands, and I’m deliciously powerless against his assault. My skin tingles everywhere it meets his. He hauls me tightly against his frame, allowing me to feel his desire. His erection presses long and thick against my belly. His body moves against mine, and I find myself rubbing helplessly against him.
Even as his body prods mine, I feel his mind playing at the edges of my consciousness. It’s almost as if there are gates to my mind, and like the marauder he is, Beck wants in. This is the connection I felt before, the one that could be addictive. The one I want more than my next breath. I relax and let go of any thought of keeping him out.
And then I’m completely overwhelmed.
Insanity. It threatens to take me over. No. Not me. This is Beck. So much rage, and it suddenly has a place to go. It pours into my brain. For a second, I’m suffused with it, but some long-buried instinct takes over. It’s odd. I can push it out of my own mind. Like I’m a filter for him. The rage sweeps over me, but I can hold my soul apart from it. There’s so much anger inside him, a volcano that almost overflowed. This is what Dante is afraid of. This is why he worried they would be forced to put Beck down.
Beck kisses me as his rage moves from his mind into mine, and then like a faucet that’s been turned from cold to hot, anger is replaced with desire. It races through my body like a wildfire, and this time, I don’t try to filter it. I want this feeling. It’s completely different than anything I’ve experienced before. This isn’t the sweet, slow arousal I normally experience that typically leads to nowhere. This is a blazing aggression that I know will end with a dominant, overwhelming pleasure.
This need will not be denied, and it’s something I can share with him. Something deep and intimate. Something I’ve never felt before.
I sigh and give over to Beck when I realize that what I’m feeling is his arousal. He wants me, needs me. It’s a desperate thing. He’s starving for me, and everything feminine inside me needs to feed him.