Series: Lords of Rathe Series by Meagan Brandy
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
No one else exists.
Her fingers crawl up my chest, leaving fire in their wake. These are the moments I want, where her lips meet mine, not in war, not in spite, but in actual fucking surrender. It’s enough to fucking undo me.
I’ve been starving. Literally starving. My power playing tricks on me because it needs her—that is the only way to explain the strange strain on my gift I’ve felt lately. The bond has been clawing at my insides, at my magic, because it fucking wants her more. It wants her to acknowledge that she’s mine.
But these moments where she yields, where it feels like she’s marking me back the same way I do her…
Dare a motherfucker to stand between that.
My fingers knead into the plastic things in her hair, holding her in place. She tastes like magic and defiance and mine, mine, mine.
Power crashes through me in waves, raw and vicious, settling in my bones like liquid fire. The bond doesn’t purr—it roars, searching for something it can’t seem to find.
Every instinct I’ve been leashing snaps free at once. I want to bite her throat until she bleeds. I want to pin her down and make her say my name until her voice breaks. I want to mark every inch of her skin so thoroughly that no one else will ever dare touch what belongs to me.
She groans into the kiss and heat waves twist through the cages in my chest.
The kiss turns savage, all teeth and claim, the hunger being satiated. I’ve always secretly dreamed of my mate, wishing to find her for as long as I’ve understood what it meant to have one. No one knows this, but it’s true.
And now she’s here and she’s not just kissing me back—she’s fighting me for control, and fuck—that makes it so much better. If the Gods gave me a docile doll as a mate, I’d tear her apart within seconds. They knew I needed this. A fucking warrior. On the battlefield, in the War Room, and on my fucking dick.
“You guys done?” Creed’s voice has her pulling away just enough to break the kiss.
He’s been doing a great fucking job at pissing me off lately. I turn over my shoulder, enough so he can see a hint of my grin. “You think I won’t fuck her with you in the room?”
Creed scoffs. “I know you would, but the question is, would you share—”
I’m in his face in an instant. “For that,” I whisper, plucking his shirt. “You can watch.”
“Legend,” Creed warns, his tone dipping to one of warning. “You’re going to make it worse.”
I don’t know what he’s talking about and I don’t care.
I defy him by grabbing Haide by the throat and forcing her lips back onto mine. Her hesitation vibrates over my palm, but I force her back against the wall without breaking the kiss. Every lick over her tongue, every moan that escapes.
I catch each one.
“Lege—”
“You gonna tell me no?” My forehead rests on hers, our breathing on some fucked-up collaborative pulse. “Hmm? Like you don’t want it…”
Her eyes turn to slits, the challenge set. Fingers curl around the back of my neck as her thigh finds a place against my hip. “Okay then, Royal. Fuck me—”
I don’t let her finish the sentence. I pick her up from the backs of her thighs, my mouth crushing hers as I lift her body and drop her onto the dresser. Her body is the kind that deserves to be worshipped, but all she’s getting from me tonight is being torn apart.
She chuckles, her back arching as I tear off her shirt while yanking her farther into me. I need her every-fucking-where. It’s too much. As if the mere thought of not having her beneath me is poison.
Using her hands, she pushes herself up and wraps her legs around my waist, locking me in place. The thought is clear: We’re both too desperate for each other to give a fuck about anything else. Her hand’s down my jeans, tearing them loose, and when she opens her mouth again, my tongue tingles as a smirk touches my lips and words fail.
Her playful smirk drops to a glare. The fact that Creed’s in here is saving her ass from not being made a meal right now. It’s only out of pure selfishness and the refusal of gifting my brother a speck of a view.
Still, I reach between her thighs, cupping her warmth. And drop forward to catch her mouth with my teeth. Wet and needy, like I knew she would be.
I drag my tongue across the bottom of her lip, imagining the circles I’d carve over her clit. My chest caves in around me as our breathing becomes deeper. Her hand wraps around my length, using the cushion of her thumb to clean me off before bringing it to her lips.