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)
I whimper. “You think this is going to get me to tell you anything?”
“Aye, I do.” He strokes into me, harder and faster, adding a third finger and stretching me as I claw at his leg and gasp for mercy. “Look at how good you take me. You’d handle my cock so well, wouldn’t you?”
Gods, I would. I would love to take his cock. I buck against his hand as he thrusts into me. It feels so good, and yet at the same time, I need more to come. More friction, more of that edge of pain, more something. I’m not the sort of woman who can come on thrusting alone. But oh gods, the way he’s stretching me? I’m so close.
His hand withdraws. He spanks me again, his fingers wet, and I moan a sound of protest. “You bad girl. You’re not supposed to be enjoying this. You’re supposed to be answering me.”
Funny, he doesn’t sound upset. “Guess…you’ll…have to up the stakes…hmm?”
Raptor laugh-growls. His hand leaves my throat, but not before he caresses my cheek with his knuckles. “You have me turned so inside out I don’t even trust myself.”
“Good. Then we’re the same.”
That sets him off. “We’re not. We’re not the same at all.”
He hauls me into the air, and I let out a squeak of distress. In the next moment, I land atop the mattress, my torn pants falling farther until they tangle about my ankles. I’ve barely gotten up on hands and knees before two massive hands grab my hips and haul me backward. The rest of my pants are ripped away and tossed aside, and then Raptor sits on the floor next to the bed. He drags me to the edge of the mattress, and then his muzzle is between my legs, his hands gripping me and pinning me in place so I can’t wriggle away.
As if I want to go anywhere? This is the place I’m desperate to be.
I moan, collapsing on the bed and pressing my cheek to the blankets as his enormous, thick Taurian tongue sweeps over my throbbing pussy. He groans, making a sound of pure enjoyment, and laps at me again. “Secrets…tell me….”
He sounds like he’s getting distracted, too.
“You’re going to have to try harder than that,” I pant, and make another horrid whining sound when his tongue strokes deep into me. Oh goddess, is it possible that it can feel thicker than his fingers?
He growls low, as if reminding me that I’m supposed to be talking, but I bite down on my knuckles and give in to the pleasure as he tongues my pussy. One hand slides under me, and then he’s teasing my clit as he licks me, and pure ecstasy flares through my body. I lift my hips, driving up against his mouth as he moves me closer and closer to what’s surely going to be a mind-blowing orgasm—
—and then he lifts his head, his fingers pausing in their relentless rolling of my clit. “Speak up.”
“Argh!” I arch my hips, trying to push my pussy into his face for him to lick again. “You stopped! I’m so fucking close!”
“Good. Tell me what you know.” His tongue teases along my folds again, his breath hot against my skin. “And I’ll give you what you need.”
Now I’m starting to get annoyed.
I push his hands away, only for the one at my hip to lock down tighter. He teases a little circle around my clit, his teeth grazing my buttock.
“Tell me.”
“I don’t know anything!” I wail.
“You’re a little liar and we both know it.” He toys with my clit until I’m frantically rubbing against him again, and then he stops once more.
I growl.
“I can give you what you want. Just tell me what I need to know.” His finger is poised against my clit again, as if he’s going to start rubbing the moment I suddenly spill.
And I’m just…frustrated. I can’t win. Because I can’t tell him who I really am. Even if I could, why would anyone ever want to touch a mancer? Especially one who deals with the dead? Either I lose him now because he can’t trust me…or I lose him forever if I tell the truth.
A sob escapes me. I bite down on my knuckles again, trying to muffle it, but the damage is done. Even as I choke down the next one, Raptor’s hands are gone. In the next moment, his big body presses over mine, all but lying over me in the bed. “Shh. It’s all right.”
“It’s not all right. Nothing is all right,” I manage to choke out, even as hot tears sweep down my cheeks. “And I f-fucking hate c-crying over it.”
He nuzzles my neck and face, the metal ring in his nose as warm as his skin. “Let me help you, Gwenna. If you’re in trouble, I can help. But I need to know what I’m working with.”