Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 225(@200wpm)___ 180(@250wpm)___ 150(@300wpm)
I cry out, arching my head back while failing to buck him off me. This can’t be happening. He’s sucking my clit.
It’s the best feeling in the world, and now I’m worried about my lust. Did he alter me in some way that has turned me into this new version of myself I don’t recognize? Maybe I have a fever…
Chapter Six
Navin
I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t go another second without tasting her. I needed my mouth on her pussy more than my next breath. And she is so divine.
It also doesn’t escape my notice that she reacts strongly to my dominance. It may be contrary to her nature in her previous life, but she’s not that girl anymore. She’s the mate of a lion shifter. She’s changing, adapting to her new existence.
Every time she struggles to free her hands from my grip, I hold them firmer and secure her legs open with more pressure. Each time, her sweet cream floods my tongue. She likes it when I force her to accept my attention.
I’m teasing her, drawing on her clit and then pulling back to taste her cunt. I swirl my tongue around her swollen nub for a while and switch to grazing my teeth over her labia.
My girl is moaning so loudly it fills the room. I’m glad her leg is healing as quickly as it is. It’s obviously not hurting her. The long gash is down the front of her thigh, so I’m not gripping it. Under the current circumstances, I don’t think she even remembers that she got injured so badly twenty-four hours ago.
I finally decide to give her the release she craves, focusing my attention on her clit until her body stiffens, and she finally screams. Her sweet nectar floods my mouth, and I’m aware I’ll never get enough of it. She’s like a drug I can’t live without.
When I release her pussy, I wipe my lips on the sheets and lift my gaze to find her staring at the ceiling. There’s a precious smile on her face. She’s totally sated now. In fact, when I let go of her wrists, her hands fall limply to her sides. Her legs remain wide. I doubt she’s even aware of how exposed she is. I’m glad.
I plant my hands on either side of her head and hover over her so I can look her in the eyes. “You’re stunning when you come.”
Her cheeks flush, and she closes her eyes.
“Look at me, Little love. Look at Daddy.”
She hesitates before blinking her lids open. “No one’s ever done that to me before,” she murmurs.
I grin. “Good. No one else ever will, either. But I’ll be doing so often for the rest of your life.”
“You’re serious.”
“Totally.”
“What if you change your mind? You don’t even know me.”
“That will never happen. We’re bonded, Brea. We’re one now. That will only grow. You feel it as strongly as I do. You’re just struggling to accept it. After my cock is inside you, the connection will be even stronger.”
She shudders. “I almost died yesterday because I refused to spread my legs. How is it that one day later, I’m willing to let a stranger put his mouth on me?”
I’m disturbed by her statement. Did this Mitchel guy try to rape her, and when she didn’t comply, he decided to kill her?
I hold back my thoughts and answer my mate. “Because your body is aligned with mine, Little love. I want to know more about what happened with Mitchel, but we’ll get to that after you’ve eaten.” I rise up and reluctantly help her straighten her legs.
Brea pushes to sitting and inches closer to the edge of the bed.
I grip her chin and tip her head back. “No standing on that leg. Even though it’s healing on the outside, I don’t want you putting any pressure on it until I’m certain your leg can support you without splitting back open.”
She sighs. “You can’t carry me around.”
I chuckle. “Of course I can.” Stepping back, I lift my hands and flex my biceps.
She giggles. I love that sound.
I point at her. “Don’t move.” And then I stroll across the room and return with the box of supplies, setting it next to her on the bed. After rummaging around in it, I pull out a pink T-shirt and panties. “How do you feel about pink?” I had a white shirt out last night, but suddenly I feel like I want to dress her in pink.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I haven’t worn pink for years. I’ve been wearing dark colors that make me feel fierce instead of weak.”
“You’re certainly not weak, Little love. But I want you to feel feminine.” I shake out the T-shirt. “Arms up.”
She giggles again as she lifts her arms for me.
“Good girl.” I slide the shirt down her body.