Total pages in book: 131
Estimated words: 118860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118860 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
This is what happens. This is the feeling and the emotions. It is very complex and intense and unlike anything we’ve had to deal with, he told them.
At least it is a new experience, Lojos pointed out. I could use a few new, unique experiences.
This is just the beginning, Tomas warned.
He had wrapped his arms around her, reveling in the feel of her soft, feminine body against the hardness of his. Her hair slid like so much silk over his face and arm. With a single thought, he removed his shirt, the need to feel her hair against his skin overwhelming, too strong to deny himself.
He wanted to be very cognizant of the fact that he was doing this without her consent and should protect her from the unfamiliar desire, the raging lust that rose like a firestorm he couldn’t seem to tamp down. He allowed his brothers to feel that as well, although it shamed him. He was a man of honor, and he both respected and revered his lifemate. His job was to protect her—even from himself.
He had taken a deep breath, let it out and bent his head to her neck. He would have preferred her blouse open so he could really feel her soft skin and the luxury of her feminine curves, something he was very much looking forward to, but it felt wrong when she didn’t know what was happening to her.
He reminded himself he had a code of honor and he was already pushing it to the very limits by taking her choices from her. He shared those thoughts with his brothers.
She is the most important thing in your world, Tomas, Mataias reminded. That makes her the most important thing in our world as well. You have kept your honor under difficult circumstances.
He could always count on his brother to tell the truth as he saw it. Mataias held all three of them to a high standard. The longer they had survived, the higher those standards had become. All three were very aware of the demon growing inside, the one eager for the next bloodthirsty battle, because along with the battle came the rush. The only real feeling the triplets could count on. They’d grown to look forward to it, although they were aware it wasn’t a good thing.
Tomas moved the hair from her shoulder to expose her slender neck to him. The feel of all that thick, curly silk in his hands sent heat rushing through him. The sight of her bare neck and the pulse point open to him caused that heat to pool low until he was aching and full. Around her neck was a chain, and he took a moment to feel his way to find the pendant hanging between her breasts. The raised head of a jaguar gave off vibrations that told him it was very old.
He took his time to bend his head toward her bare skin. His heart sped up. The heat became a fireball rushing through his veins. The feeling was both exhilarating and disturbing. A pleasure he’d never known and a pain that was a continual aching reminder this woman was his. The one. His heart needed her. His body, his soul.
He ran his tongue over that beating pulse in her neck, tasting her, absorbing the faint, unique flavor that was Sarika. That taste, that scent, moved through him, producing a wave of pure pleasure. He found himself kissing that delicate spot, his teeth sliding into place. He bit down, tying them together in one of the most intimate ways of his people.
If he thought the taste of her skin was amazing, her blood was pure aphrodisiac. A thousand tongues stroked over his body. Her blood spread through his system like a slow-moving molten lava. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt, and he didn’t want it to ever end. She moved, a small moaning protest that brought him back to his senses. He’d taken more than enough blood for a true exchange.
With great reluctance, he pulled back, sliding his tongue over the brand of possession he’d left behind on her neck. He wanted that mark there. He knew it wasn’t a good idea. It would be better not to tell her immediately that he’d done their first blood exchange. He knew it wouldn’t go over very well, but lifemates didn’t lie to each other. Not even by committing the sin of omission.
He gathered her closer, whispering to her, telling her the truth, that he’d never thought it would ever be possible to find her. That she was his personal miracle. That after centuries of searching, of relentless duty, there she was, the one person that made his sacrifices worth it. She was what every Carpathian hunter was promised, and she was more beautiful than anything he could ever have imagined.