Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81867 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
I yank away from her as I feel my cock stiffening.
She just laughs again, then reaches down and loops two fingers in my belt loops before leaning in. “It’s okay, cowboy. You’re a real gentleman, aren’t you? Just getting over someone?”
“Something like that,” I manage to choke out.
“That’s okay. I’m not feeling too picky tonight.” She leans in and flashes her eyelashes at me. “Wanna get outta here? Go somewhere quieter?”
I nod, my senses swimming. Somewhere in the back of my head, I remember this woman is dangerous. But really, what can she do to me? I’m indestructible.
She lets go of my belt loops, linking her hand with mine again and tugging me toward the back of the club. I go willingly, curious and lusty as a tomcat. When she pushes through a door into a quiet back alley, I follow like a lemming.
“I’m just parked this way,” she says.
“Mmm hmm,” I think I mumble. My feet stumble over themselves in order to keep up with her. Her hand is so warm in mine.
We’re almost to the darkest part of the alley when suddenly a voice calls out from behind us, “Hey bitch. Let go of the idiot.”
I both feel and see the woman’s surprise as she turns to look at where the voice is coming from. I spin, too, smiling when I see Phoenix.
“Phoenix,” I greet warmly. “This is—” I turn in confusion to the dark-eyed woman. “I never did get your name.”
She’s glaring at me, pissed. “I thought you said you didn’t have a sweetheart.”
“Oh, her?” I point a thumb over my shoulder at Phoenix. “She’s not my sweetheart,” I explain helpfully. “She’s just my wife.”
“Why are you assholes all the same?” the woman says, rolling her eyes. She shoves me away from her. I stumble back, still feeling a little dizzy.
“Hey,” Phoenix sprints toward us. “Don’t touch him.”
The dark-eyed woman lifts her hands. “You can have him, lady.”
Phoenix strides right up toward her, eyes narrowed. “Really? Just like that?”
“I’m out of here.”
But before she can turn to leave, Phoenix gets up in her face. “Stand on one leg.” My mind clears a little more, enough to see that Phoenix is trying to use her compulsion on her. A test to see if she’s just some human woman after all.
“Fuck off,” the woman starts to shove her aside, the compulsion obviously not effective. When Phoenix lifts a hand, the woman freezes in place.
“What the fu—” Her words cut off, and then her panicked eyes flick back and forth as Phoenix pins her in place. It’s a creepy trick Phoenix can do to any creature with blood in its veins.
A squeak comes from the woman’s throat, but that’s all. Her eyes shoot to me as if begging me to help her. I feel suddenly uncomfortable. What if we got the wrong… creature? What if it’s not Ammit, after all?
But then her dark eyes shut like she’s concentrating on something.
Phoenix drops her hand and turns to me. She looks at me like she wants to jump me and tear off all my clothes. I swear I’ve seen this look in her eye a time or two before, but while I always imagined it was wishful thinking, for the first time, I see the intent that tells me she’s about to do something about it.
“Phoenix,” I start, holding a hand up.
But then it’s like a wave hits me, too. The sleepy beast inside me is suddenly fully awake. Awake and starving. I’m fucking lust-struck. The cock that started stiffening a bit in the club suddenly goes hard as a rock as I stare at Phoenix.
She walks toward me, grabbing the hem of her dress and yanking it up and off. Now she’s just in a bra that pushes her plump breasts up nearly to her collarbone and the slinkiest pair of black lace underwear.
Behind her, I hear steps sprinting away, but I can’t care about anything except Phoenix. Phoenix and me. Finally alone. My Phoenix. Finally, with nothing between us. Well, nothing between us except my clothes. Why am I wearing so many stupid clothes? Why have we ever worn clothes around each other at all?
I’m ravenous. Touch her. Why aren’t we naked and touching? All the fucking time? I stumble toward her, then stop. No. No touching. I’m not supposed to touch her. Can’t give into the hunger.
Phoenix tugs off the little scrap of lace underwear, baring herself to me completely from the waist down.
I’ve got my jeans unzipped and shoved down the next moment, then I’m tugging my long, hard cock out. I’m engorged for her. Starving for her tight, hot little pussy.
And then she’s leaping into my arms, bare legs wrapping around my waist. We both let out an indecent grunt of satisfaction.
Stuff yourself. Feast on her. Devour.
I spin and pin her back against the wall of the club and do what I’ve wanted to since that day at the cabin all those years ago when she found me chopping wood.