Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 723(@200wpm)___ 579(@250wpm)___ 482(@300wpm)
“Not the books, Nyfain, be careful,” I yelled. Maybe I should’ve been worried about the guy, but ink before kink. The books were the priority.
The others didn’t look my way, not with the mighty dragon prince leaning over them. He did, though. His head snapped up, his eyes on fire. He grabbed the back of the couch with his hand. He yanked, overturning it, dumping the two onto the floor.
“Get out,” he snarled, his feet pounding against the wood as he stalked my way.
Long Hair took off at a hobbling run, not bothering to grab his clothes on the way out. The other two managed to disentangle, his dick popping out of her ass, and they hurried along after him. Nyfain came into my little den, as I thought of it, his eyes scanning, landing on my leg pulled wide and my dress pulled up. His eyes flashed, rage and hunger running through the bond.
“I was being a voyeur,” I blurted, my face flaming heat.
In embarrassment, I moved to fling my dress down my leg, but he dashed forward and grabbed my wrist so fast I gasped in shock.
“Did one of them touch you?” he said. Possessiveness rang in every word.
My animal rolled and basked in it, purring in delight. Hmm, alpha, she thought.
His brutal intensity crashed down on me, soaking deep into my flesh. I arched within it, wetness trickling out of my pussy. I wanted him to take me. To ride me hard, to explode me into pieces and then meld me back together before destroying me again.
“No, I was back here by myself,” I said huskily. “I was going to leave, but they got naked really quick, and they would’ve seen me, and then…”
“And then?” he asked in a dangerous tone.
“And then I didn’t want to leave because it was hot to watch. I wanted you to be here with me, watching and fucking, but you weren’t, so…”
He brought my hand up slowly, his eyes on mine. He sucked my first two fingers into his mouth. I barely dared to breathe as I watched him taste me. His cock stood straight and proud, the tip shiny, ready for me. I licked my lips, catching his heated gaze.
He flung the other portion of my dress up to my hip, exposing me fully. He knelt on the lounger, pushing my knee up and then hooking his hand on my hip and pulling me closer.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked, eyeing my neck now. “I try to refrain, but you keep getting sexier and sexier. It’s killing me.”
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head.
“I felt your desire through the bond,” he said, keeping my wrists in one of his large hands and then feeling down my chest with the other. He slid a thumb across my nipple before reaching lower and pushing two fingers into my pussy. “And then I felt your passion, as if someone was fucking you. You were so into it. I thought for sure one of the demons had gotten a hold of you. I ran from the other end of the kingdom, ready to tear the castle apart. And here you are, in your little hideaway, touching yourself as you watch a threesome. Fuck, you’re so wet.”
He smelled up my neck before nipping my jaw.
“You have an uncompromising hold on me, princess.” He plunged his fingers in faster. “I dream of you. I think of you always. My dragon begs to be back in control so he can feel your animal. It’s tearing me apart.”
He bit down on my neck, puncturing skin, and a thrill exploded through my body.
“I have never felt this strongly about anything in my entire life. It’s not natural. It’s certainly not normal. And yet I live for it. I’d die for it. I will die for it.” He ran his tongue across the fresh wound before grazing his teeth down lower, to my shoulder. “What would happen if we just gave in?”
My chest heaved. I couldn’t get enough air. I pushed my head back and away, giving him all the access he needed, knowing it was a terrible idea for so many reasons but not wanting to think of them. My animal uncoiled within me, desperate for him to bite. To finally do this. To claim us as his.
He stroked his tongue across my flesh. Scraped his teeth.
I yanked at my hands to get loose. To reach down and grab his cock. To guide him into my desperate body.
“Fuck, Finley, I want to,” he whispered, skimming his lips to the crook of my neck and then up to my lips. “I want to so badly.”
His kiss was deep and possessive. His hold on my wrists was firm, almost painful. He grabbed the base of his cock and lined it up before driving it into me. I cried out, gloriously filled, and then melted into the lounger. He pulled out and then rammed in again, starting fast, getting faster. He kept his lips on mine as he drove in deep. His balls slapped against me. His hipbones banged against my flesh.