Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
She moaned my name like a prayer, over and over—a sobbing litany that was the most beautiful music I’d ever heard. God, I fucking love making a woman come! And it felt even more special with Vivienne—better than it ever had before. Because she was mine and I was claiming her—whether she knew it or not.
I stayed there, buried between her thighs, until the last tremor subsided and her grip on my hair went slack. Her scent had changed again—the frantic edge of Heat Fever replaced by the deep, satisfied fragrance of release.
I slowly withdrew my fingers and lifted my head, my chin glistening with her honey.
She looked utterly boneless and flushed, her chest heaving. Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and sated. She looked completely beautiful, and the possessiveness that roared through me was so fierce it nearly forced a growl from my throat. Somehow, I managed to swallow it down.
“You feeling better, baby?” I asked, hearing how deep my voice had gotten. My Beast was really close to the surface now. With effort, I pushed him away. I didn’t know why he was suddenly so active. It felt like the second altercation I’d had with Harris Murdoch had woken him up and now there was no putting him back in the box.
Anyway, the main thing was Vivienne. I could tell that the Heat had been staved off…for now.
But as I looked at her, at the blissful exhaustion on her face, I knew the Beast inside me wasn't satisfied. It had gotten a taste…
But now it wanted the whole feast.
FORTY-THREE
VIVIENNE
The next week and a half flew by as Kor and I established a happy little routine. We woke up together and, after lying in bed talking for a while, we went down to make breakfast. I had a service that could deliver groceries, so we didn’t have to go into town again for food—a fact I greatly appreciated since I’d had enough of Blackridge to last me for some time.
After a gourmet breakfast, which Kor insisted on cooking, we spent time wandering the garden and the grounds. Wolverton Manor really was set in a spot of pure natural beauty, and we took hikes in the surrounding hills and mountains, sometimes packing a lunch if we planned to be out all day.
In the evening, we spent time swimming or in the library. Kor ordered me an e-reader as a gift, and I was happily reading my way through every genre of spicy romance that had been forbidden to me during my marriage.
Kor, on the other hand, was fascinated by the books Carter had collected—especially the history and genealogy of the Jamison line. So we spent time together reading, companiably close on the big leather couch in front of the fireplace.
I usually made dinner while dressed in one of my smaller, naughtier dresses while Kor watched me. Having his eyes on me made me feel hot and wild and free. I had decided at that point not to care what the Pack would think of our activities. As long as we didn’t break the Unbreakable Laws, nobody needed to know what we did together to help satiate my ever-growing Heat.
After dinner we sometimes swam…or sometimes my Heat Cycle would peak, and I would need him to suck my nipples and taste me again. As my Heat grew, the nectar production increased, and we often had to stop whatever we were doing so Kor could help me.
I also found I had other cravings…which I didn’t know I had until one night in bed when Kor was “helping himself” after tasting me and making me come again.
I loved to watch him stroke his long, thick cock—it was so much bigger than what Carter had used on me, but I didn’t fear it at all. In fact, I often wished I could feel it inside me. But we both knew that would be breaking the Unbreakable Laws, so we didn’t even discuss it.
But on the day in question, when he was stroking his cock and just about to come, I had the sudden urge to take the broad head into my mouth. I didn’t question the urge or even think about it—I just did it. I leaned over and sucked the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it.
“Baby, what…?” I heard Kor groan. “You better pull off—I’m going to come!”
I didn’t stop—I just kept sucking. A moment later, a hot, salty spurt of his cream hit the back of my throat. I swallowed instinctively, knowing that this was the indefinable thing I had been craving for several days. I had heard that sometimes a Were female in heat will crave male seed, but I hadn’t known it could ever happen to me.
Kor’s seed tasted creamy and salty and sweet, with just a hint of the hot buttered waffles and pancakes he made for me every morning. If that sounds bizarre, well, I’m sorry—that’s just how it tasted and it was delicious. In fact, I couldn’t get enough.