Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
I sink two fingers into her, stretching her cunt, and she pants. "Please, Corvak."
"Shh. We're supposed to be quiet."
"Fuck all that. I need you inside me." There's an urgency to her tone, a tension in her body. She shifts her hips, pushing her backside out further. "When I come, I want it to be around your cock."
"Are you close, then?" I stroke her greedy cunt once more. "You need this filled?"
Aidy moans.
"I think you do." I love the husky little noise of assent she makes, and I step forward, closing the distance between us. I pull my hand from her body—ignoring her whined protest—and take my cock in hand. I push it between her thighs, rubbing against the folds of her cunt. It wets my shaft and teases her at the same time. When she's squirming against me, I press the head of my cock against the entrance to her body, dipping in barely before pulling back again.
"Corvak," she begs, my name sweet on her lips.
My beloved mate. I give her what she wants—what we both need—and sink deep into her with one swift stroke. The gasp she makes echoes mine. I'm always amazed at this feeling, my cock deep inside her body, seated and penetrating deep, filling her until I spill my release and mark her with my scent. I put my hands on her hips, gripping her, and withdraw until just the tip is inside her, then thrust deep again. She quivers, the sound she makes raw and full of hunger. "Am I hurting you?" I ask, pulling her ass cheeks apart so I can view my spur, pressing against that second hole. "Should I stop?"
"You…should…go harder…" she pants at me.
I growl. Yes. She's so perfect. Mine.
With that permission, I slam into her, and when she makes an excited sound, I keep going. I piston into my mate, hammering into her soft cunt. She grips me tight, and taking her like this allows me to hold her at the perfect angle. I rock into her, our bodies moving together in sync, building the pleasure between the two of us. Her little moans become soft cries, then louder ones, and still I want more. I need her to come apart. I need her to climax so hard that Valmir hears me possessing her. I need him to know that she is mine, branded with my seed, my child, my khui. Lifting one hand from her hips, I grab her hair by the fistful and slowly, gently, tug her head back. Aidy's breath hitches and her cunt tightens around me—
—and then she is coming, her channel squeezing and convulsing tight around me. Her mouth is open in a wordless cry, as if she is climaxing so hard that nothing can escape her throat, and I somehow like this better than her loudest screams. I pound into her, losing control at the sight of how beautiful she is, how tight she squeezes me.
This can't be our last time together. I won't let it.
With a growl deep in my throat, I come, pinning my mate against the wall as I empty my sac into her body. She pants, trembling, as I pull out before I can finish spilling and I paint her backside with my seed, marking her all over like a wild animal.
Mine.
Mine.
Mine.
When the blistering pleasure recedes, I pant and press Aidy against the rocky wall of the cave, pinning her there. My hand curls around her throat possessively and I tilt her head back. "You will go with him," I whisper, "but you're still mine. Every breath you take is mine, every smile is mine. You may cover up my scent for a time, but know that when I return, I'm going to make you wear it all over so the people at the beach know that you are mated and no one can touch you but me."
She bares her teeth in a feral smile. "Promise?"
I love this female. I love that she's as wild as me in her own way. "I promise."
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
FOUR DAYS LATER
AIDY
I stare out of the entrance of the supply cave—the hunter cave, as Valmir calls it—and wait for a sign from my mate. I watch the snows, scanning for a tall, dark head without horns, but all I see is more and more white as fresh snow begins to fall and my panic begins to rise.
He's coming back for me. I know he is.
These have been the longest four days of my life. It's been impossibly hard to travel away from Corvak, knowing that he's staying behind with the increasingly vicious snow-people. Knowing that he's going to willingly jump off a cliff into a pool of water, and him not being the strongest swimmer. What if they don't buy his faked death? What if he hits the rocks on the way down? What if he dives too deep and can't swim his way back to the surface? What if they find out what he's up to and take out their fury on him?