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)
Beck fucks his way to the back of my throat. He shoves his cock in, even as he pulls my head forward. The twin sensations call to me. He’s so deep, I can feel his balls hit my chin with each thrust. He’s close. I feel as though I’m in his body. An almost painful anticipation courses through him. His balls squeeze. A warning prickle tickles at the base of my spine. It’s coming from him. He’s so close. Instinctively I swallow around him. Beck throws his head back and roars as he comes.
I’m suddenly full. My mouth is filled with his essence, and I’m suffused with his orgasm. It rolls across me like a powerful wave, bashing against my senses. Only Beck’s strong hands keep me from falling over. The entire experience is exquisite and completely draining.
“Lick me clean,” he orders, keeping his hands tangled in my hair.
I obediently lick his softening cock, running my tongue along his skin. I try not to miss a drop. It feels so good. The orgasm itself was massive. It was like a high-powered locomotive barreling into me. This pleasure is softer, sweeter. It feels like tenderness and caring.
And then it’s gone. The connection is cut abruptly, and I feel cold at its loss.
“What am I doing?” Beck asks in a rough voice. He lets go of me.
I fall to the sand, completely exhausted.
I watch through languid eyes as he tucks himself back in and refastens his trousers. A peaceful lethargy overtakes me. Now he’ll tell me how pleased he is. He’ll kiss me and hold me. He’ll see to my pleasure. It’s going to feel so good to make love with him.
Except he doesn’t look pleased as he reaches down and hauls me up into his arms.
“Cover yourself,” he orders harshly.
My robe has come open. My breasts are bare, the nipples puckered and wanting.
That hard command forces me out of my pleasure-induced haze. Seconds before, I didn’t care if the whole world saw me. I only cared about pleasing Beck, but now a flush of shame rushes through me. What seemed so loving before now seems perverse without his kindness.
What did I do? I was connected to him. I know how pleased he was, but the moment that door slammed shut, all my insecurities crawled back into place.
I pull the sides of my robe together so I don’t offend him again. As he carries me out of the arena, I keep my hands at my sides, sensing that he doesn’t want my touch.
I’m alone again.
Chapter Seven
Beck
She won’t touch me.
I try to keep my face painfully passive as I march back to the tent Reeve put together for the compatibility ritual. If everything went as it should have, I would have taken Meg back to this tent and very gently, respectfully made love to her in front of two witnesses. Reeve would have been one, and the vampires would have selected one. It’s a simple ritual to prove I can take care of her sexually.
Instead, I proved I’m an animal.
Now she won’t look at me, and I don’t blame her. I have to hold her tight because she refuses to put her arms around my neck.
All in all, not how I thought my wedding day would go.
Cara is at the door to the tent and holds it open as she eyes us. She looks at the pale female in my arms. Damn it. She’s looking with pity on the woman I just married. I treated her like a whore. I sigh inwardly, avoiding Cara’s eyes. The truth of the matter is I would never treat a whore the way I treated Meg.
I lay her down as gently as I can on the bed prepared for us. It’s covered with thick, soft blankets and pillows. Flowers have been strewn—marigolds, St. John’s Wort, and shamrocks. It’s a lovely setting and would have made a beautiful bridal bed. Instead, I shoved her to her knees in the middle of a bloody arena and throat-fucked her in front of a crowd.
I try not to think about how soft and sweet she looks lying on the bed. There’s nothing I want more than to climb into bed beside her and attempt in some fashion to make up for the way I treated her. I want to kiss her and hold her. I want to tell her how much she already means to me. I want to beg her forgiveness and promise to never, ever treat her that way again.
She won’t believe me. I’m obviously a man of no honor. I proved it in the arena today. If I had a shred of honor, I would walk away from her now. I can provide her with nothing but a dying brother and a ramshackle brugh on a meaningless plane of existence. I should allow Dante to take her to his plane. At least there she’ll be fed, clothed, and taken care of.