Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
But this time he felt the guilt…and felt the pleasure too. And he chose the pleasure and pushed the guilt aside. He wouldn’t be able to do it forever, but for now, he could put the shame aside and give Cassie what she needed.
“Fuck baby—feels so good!” he heard himself groaning. “So fucking close now…”
“I am too,” Severin gasped. “Gods, her little mouth is so sweet.” He shot a glance at Ravik. “Love how it feels when she sucks us both at the same time.”
Ravik felt a surge of pleasure mixed with shame—it was on the tip of his tongue to admit he liked it too—but then his pleasure peaked and he couldn’t do anything but groan and do his best not to buck his hips. He didn’t want to choke the curvy little human who was busy trying to swallow both his seed and Sev’s at the same time.
When he came, it wasn’t just a release—it was a surrender. A hot, shameful, ecstatic flood poured from him, joining Severin’s release in Cassie’s mouth. He felt every pulse of his cock and he swore he could feel the echoes of Severin’s alongside it.
Cassie swallowed again and again and she was so fucking beautiful, drinking from them both, Rav couldn’t stop watching her. How had he and Sev gotten so lucky, finding a gorgeous Mature Elite, he wondered dimly. And why did it feel so right to let her taste them both at once even though he knew it was wrong?
But as the pleasure ebbed and Cassie licked them both clean with tender, finishing strokes, Ravik was left trembling…hollowed out. The guilt rushed back in—colder and sharper than before. Because he hadn’t just shared his mate—he had shared himself with Sev. The line he had sworn never to cross again was now far behind him, blurred beyond recognition.
He pulled away first, tucking himself back into his trousers with hands that weren’t quite steady. He couldn’t look at Severin, who was giving him a worried look and he couldn’t look at Cassie, with her blissful, sated expression. He stared at the dark partition, the cold stone of shame now sitting where the fire of desire had been just moments ago, and knew one thing for certain…
Leaving after this was all over was going to be even harder than he’d thought.
55
CASSIE
“Ah, it’s so lovely to meet the three of you! I am so very pleased to be working with you on such a complex and interesting problem,” Dr. Verityx chirped.
There was really no other word for the language of Cherubin Three. Also, Doctor V looked rather like a great horned owl—at least, his head did. He had a beak and huge golden eyes and pointed ears. His body was covered in feathers but he seemed to have arms instead of wings and he was wearing a green lab coat—which seemed to be the color of science here, since most of the assistants in the lab were also wearing them.
The lab itself was sleek and modern, filled with pale green light and long curved counters made of some glossy white material that reminded Cassie of marble. There were no sharp corners anywhere—everything was rounded and smooth, from the diagnostic stations to the tall cabinets with transparent doors that held rows of glowing vials. The air smelled faintly herbal, with an antiseptic undertone that made her think of a hospital trying very hard not to smell like one.
Everywhere she looked, bird-like people in green lab coats were moving around with brisk, fluttery efficiency. Some looked owlish like Dr. Verityx, with round faces and huge golden or amber eyes, while others had longer beaks and brighter feathers in shades of blue, red, gray, and silver. One assistant had a long crest of emerald feathers that bobbed every time he bent over a display, while another had speckled brown wings tucked close to her body under a modified lab coat with slits in the back.
They chirped, trilled, and whistled to each other as they worked. The sounds were musical, but also somehow very businesslike, as though a flock of songbirds had gone to medical school and developed strong opinions about viral loads and endocrine pathways. Several of them glanced over at Cassie and the two Kindred males flanking her, but none of them stared for too long.
Which was honestly more than she could say for herself because Cassie was staring at everything.
There were floating trays that glided silently through the air, carrying sealed samples in glowing tubes. There were spherical scanners hovering over examination platforms—their green beams sweeping back and forth like curious fireflies. Along one wall, a huge transparent display showed a rotating model of the Hunger Virus—black and red and ugly, with curling tendrils that made Cassie’s skin crawl.
Then she saw the table.
It was positioned in the center of the largest examination chamber, under a ring of soft green lights. At first glance, it looked like a padded medical bed, but the longer Cassie looked, the more nervous she got.