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)
He didn’t hear a word I said last night. “We’re not. Cian, we need to talk.”
“I can do that,” he promises with a sober look on his face.
I can’t take my eyes off his enormous erection. It lays almost flat against his belly. “How do you expect me to hold a serious conversation with you like that?”
He shrugs. “You’re my wife. It’s my permanent state around you. It would probably go away if you jumped on top of me and bounced around for a while. Well, it wouldn’t go away for long.”
Getting to my feet, I turn away from the too-tempting sight. My second husband is proving even more troublesome than the first. I need to get properly dressed and get my day started. Perhaps then I’ll be better equipped to handle Cian. My day clothes are still in the cottage. I’ll take some time to collect myself and then see to the farm.
“I’m going to get dressed. You… I don’t know. Just take care of that,” I say, avoiding the delicious sight of him as I stumble out of the room.
I expect to step out into the leftover destruction from the night before, but the yard is pristine once more, without a sign of what went on. The gathering was huge, with everyone in the village showing up to dance and drink. I was introduced to sidhe, brownies, trolls, gnomes, and some dwarves down from the mountains. They toasted Cian’s health and the twins’ marriage. Everyone spoke of Beck with great fondness, and I learned a lot about my wayward husband. He saved many of the people of the village at great cost to himself. For years after the civil war, he worked hard to build a sanctuary for the refugees from his home plane.
It would have been easy for the king to settle on the Vampire plane. The Dellacourts are a wealthy family who would have taken in Beck and Cian. He could have lived in luxury, and no one would have blamed him. Instead, at seventeen, he decided to establish a village on a safe plane to give his people a home.
Beck is their protector. Without him, the Fae would have dispersed and more than likely had trouble surviving on their own. Cian gave his brother all the credit for founding their own small kingdom. He explained that he simply followed his brother’s lead. Beck was the one to take charge in those dark years after losing their parents. Hearing the love and admiration for Beck did nothing to ease the ache in my heart that he can’t love me.
I walk slowly, not minding the early morning chill. It’s really beautiful here. A gentle mist comes up from the pond, giving the world some softness. The cows contentedly eat grass in the distance. The sky is a soft watercolor of blues, pinks, and oranges. It’s similar to my plane, but it feels so different. Even the air here is gauzy and sweet. The whole world seems quiet and still. A wistful thought steals over me.
I could be happy here.
I take a deep breath and continue on toward the cottage.
I will be happy here. Happiness is a state of being. It is something I can choose.
I open the cottage door and decide to start by getting dressed and fixing breakfast. I’ll battle the judgmental chickens again, and this time I’ll try frying the eggs.
I stop in the middle of the living room because an erotic warmth swamps my senses. It starts in my pussy and pulses outward.
“Oh, god.”
I barely manage to close the door behind me when I feel the connection between me and Cian open. It’s like someone flicks a switch on in my brain and the channel changes. I’m suddenly tuned to the Cian Channel, and it’s playing porn.
He’s stroking himself. I can feel it. His hand is gentle as he strokes from the base of his cock upward, all the way to the crown, where he brushes his thumb firmly across the head. There’s already wetness there. He uses it to lubricate his palm and facilitate smoother strokes. He tightens his hold on the monster, and I feel him sigh as he spreads his legs and ups the pace.
Drops of arousal weep from the slit of his dick. If I was with him, I would lean over and lick it off. Is that my thought or Cian’s? The connection is so new that I have to wonder. A vision of exactly what Cian wants me to do flows over my brain, taking over my thoughts. I would run the tip of my tongue just inside the slit and tease him lightly. His big body would shudder in response and urge me on. He would fist his cock while I suck the head, begging him to feed me everything he has.