Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 674(@200wpm)___ 540(@250wpm)___ 450(@300wpm)
Immediately, the whispers fill the air. I can sense the dead even more now that it’s dark. I rub my arms, shivering. Waiting for the feelings to go away. Instead, they just get worse. They grow deeper, seeping into my pores. Into my bones.
“He took our light,” Hemmen complains, distracting me.
“I would imagine he expects you to make another one,” Raptor comments. His big hand kneads the back of my neck. “I can see just fine, so you’re not in danger, but you might want to establish a light source anyhow.”
“Right. Who’s got the matches?” Arrod says. “Kipp, I hope that’s you patting my leg.”
Pillar, the ghosts remind me, the thought flaring so intensely in my head that I jump. I dig my nails into my arms and squeeze my eyes shut. That voice was too close and too strong. Like it was hovering right over me…touching me….
I need to get out of here. The urge rolls over me like a wave, and then I’m tearing at the rope around my waist, pulling myself free from our group tether. I drop my pack to the ground.
“Where are you going?” Raptor asks as I stumble away from the group.
“Wait, she’s leaving?” Hemmen complains. “We can do that?”
“No one is leaving,” Raptor growls, even as I turn and head back the way that Master Jay came. I rush forward in the darkness, stumbling blindly ahead.
I don’t know where I’m going. Just…away from here. Away from the ghosts.
A large arm wraps around my waist, and then I’m hauled up against a massive, muscled body. I bite back the choked scream that rises in my throat, because I’m surrounded by warmth. The living have warmth, I remind myself. Not the dead.
“Sneaking off?” Raptor whispers in my ear. “Like a thief?”
I shake my head violently. “I just…need…a moment….”
Raptor sets me back down on the ground, but he keeps his heavy arm around my shoulders, pinning me against him. “What’s wrong? You’re not acting like yourself.”
Raising a shaking hand to my brow, I wonder if I can handle this. How am I possibly going to control myself going in and out of the tunnels every day? It feels impossible. “I…I…” I lean back against his strong chest, sagging in his arms though the voices continue to whisper in my ears. “Are the others nearby?”
“No. They’re back in the cavern. I can hear them complaining. Why?”
“I need you to finger me and not ask why.”
His breath huffs against my head, even as his grip tightens over my shoulder. His muzzle rubs against my hair. He holds me tight, my back to his front, but he doesn’t let go of me. “This is the craziest thing I’ve ever heard, Gwenna.”
“Just call me crazy, then. But I need it.”
Raptor groans, and then one big hand is cupping my breast. The other slides down my waist, and I grab my belt, unfastening it so he can have access. When his hand slips into my pants, I whimper, even though he hasn’t touched me yet. It’s because I know relief is coming. My senses are completely distracted, and I’m so ready for his touch.
When his fingers brush over my folds, breath explodes from me.
“Quiet,” he murmurs. “Do you want to call the entire cavern down here?”
I turn my head, biting at the bicep over my shoulder. He palms my breast, then strokes his thumb over my nipple. Then he’s touching my clit, and my knees nearly buckle with the shock of pleasure.
“I’m going to make this quick,” Raptor whispers. “And then when I get you back to the dorm, I’m going to take you somewhere private and fuck you hard so you can scream as loud as you want.”
I moan against his sleeve.
“You like the thought? You want to be stuffed full of my knot, pretty wench?” With quick, skilled circles, he teases my clit and my nipple at the same time as I press against his chest and try not to collapse. “I haven’t had my mouth on this fat cunt yet, either. I bet it tastes like the sweetest nectar. I bet it drips so much honey for me that I’ll have to tongue it all up.”
As he whispers filthy words into my ear, I come hard and fast, my trousers flooding with my release. I gasp and wheeze as I bite down on his sleeve, trying to stay silent, even as he gives my aching, quivering pussy one last stroke and then pats my mound like a well-behaved dog. I don’t know how Raptor manages to get me off so damned quickly every time, but I’m grateful for it.
I relax against him for a moment longer, and then straighten, my senses humming. I buckle my belt again and try to adjust my clothing in the darkness. The ghosts still feel like they’re in the air nearby, but it’s not as oppressive as it was before. It feels manageable.