Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
“You’re mine, aren’t you?” he demands. “My mate. My bride.”
He spanks my pussy again, then massages my clit with his thick fingers. I come, choking on my breath at the sheer force of my climax, and with a roar, he presses his knot into my slickened heat, claiming me as his. I pant through the tight sensation, more pleasure prickling up and down my spine as he comes, our bodies locked together. He clutches me in place, holding me tight, and I try to catch my breath, curls of pleasure drifting through my body. I’m dimly aware of the absolute stretch of his cock inside me, of his knot pulsing just within my channel, and the pleasure keeps flowing, pulsing in time with our heartbeats.
“So much for a bath,” I manage.
“Oh, we’ve just begun,” my mate purrs, rubbing a big hand down my spine. “I can bathe you while knotted inside you, my pretty human.”
I whimper, because that sounds both obscenely delicious and like far too much. Nemeth is determined, though. He tugs me upright, our bodies still locked tight, and when I flail, he wraps a big arm around my waist, holding me anchored in front of him. With that, he spreads his wings for balance and climbs into the pool.
And I moan as the heat of the water soaks into my bones. “It’s warm. Gods, this is amazing.”
“Here I thought you were tired of water,” Nemeth murmurs, sinking our joined bodies deeper into the bath.
“I am absolutely sick to death of the sea,” I point out. “A nice clean hot bath is a completely different thing.” I lean back against his broad chest contentedly…or at least, as contented as one can be when currently knotted by their Fellian lover. Every twitch of his body ripples through mine, making my cunt clench tight around his thick knot. A repeat of our furious lovemaking is not far from my thoughts.
Nemeth must be thinking the same sorts of things because he cups one hand, dribbling water over my breasts, and then begins to wash them as if they’re the dirtiest part of me. I moan when he drags his thumbs deliberately over my nipples, causing me to squirm atop his cock. “Unfair,” I pant. “I can’t get away from you.”
“That’s why this is the best time to do this.” His hand slides lower to my belly, caressing it. “How do you feel?”
I know the question is more than how I feel. He’s asking how the baby is, too. “I think everything is fine.”
“Does anyone suspect…” He brushes his fingers over my stomach again.
I snort. “Please. I couldn’t even get them to believe that I was Princess Candra. You think anyone stopped to look at me closely?” I lean back against his chest, closing my eyes as he pours more water over me in the laziest, sexiest bath ever. “It’s weird, actually. I thought we’d have people throwing rocks at us the moment we showed up, but no one seems to believe me when I tell them who I am. They think Princess Candromeda Vestalin is still in the tower. But if that’s the case, wouldn’t they notice the weather? How awful things are? Surely the goddess’s wrath is a noticeable change.”
“Aye,” Nemeth says in a quiet voice, his fingers skimming down my arm. “I’m not sure I understand it myself. Darkfell is…different. Quiet. Empty. I don’t understand it. I hope my brother can give me answers.”
“You need to tell him to free my sister,” I say. “And Riza. And—”
“One thing at a time,” Nemeth interrupts. “I know you are worried, but Ivornath does not like to be told what to do. I will have to be careful when dealing with him.” He drags a wet finger up and down my arm and then shifts his weight, seating me more heavily upon his knot. “I do not want to think about my brother right now. I want to think about pleasuring my beautiful mate so hard that she will never entertain the thought of leaving me.”
I nearly choke at that. Pleasure me so hard I won’t leave? Where by all the gods would I go? There’s nothing left. “I don’t think you have to worry about that.”
Nemeth’s arms tighten around me and he holds me close. “I never planned this.”
Planned what? There’s such frustration in his voice. “Nemeth—”
“I never imagined we’d come to Darkfell,” he tells me, one arm locking around my waist and the other skimming up my throat in a possessive gesture. His hips twitch under the water, pushing him deeper into me, and I suck in a breath. “I thought that when we left the tower, I would follow you. I’d follow you anywhere. You know that, don’t you, Candra?”
I whimper, because his cock is swelling inside me, his words a teasing whisper against my ear.