Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45934 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Disaster of the Otherworld were coming. Crazy Lizzie hadn’t gone to get supplies to prepare Layla. She’d gone to prepare for the battle about to happen.
He looked up ahead at his woman. His mate, his soul. In the back of his mind, he saw her lifeless. Her blood completely drained from her body as someone stole her life essence to do evil.
They wouldn’t do it. He wouldn’t let them.
“Alexander,” Layla called out to him.
He shook himself out of his spiral and pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind and focused on Layla. She was what mattered right now and as he chased after her, he knew he was going to protect her. He was not going to let her die. She was going to live. For him, for them both.
Closing the distance, he pulled her into his arms and then pressed her up against the nearest tree.
“You caught me,” she said.
“I’ll always catch you.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back, and then took possession of her lips. He just couldn’t help himself. There was no denying he was addicted to everything Layla. She was fucking special.
She ran her hands up his chest, circling her hands around his neck, and then her body was flush against him. He loved that even though she was nervous, she never held back.
Running his hands down her body, he cupped her ass and then lifted her up. Layla instantly wrapped her legs around his. He couldn’t resist squeezing her juicy ass. She was perfect. Everything he’d been dreaming about for over a thousand years. This woman was totally, one hundred percent his. No cult, nothing, would take her away from him.
Resting her up against the tree, he shoved the dress she wore out of the way and gripped her panty-covered ass. Within seconds, he had torn the panties from her body. They offended him, and then he pulled back just slightly.
“Open my pants,” he said.
Layla’s cheeks flamed, but she didn’t hesitate, instead, sliding her hand down, she slowly opened the button of his pants. She did the zipper next, and he was fast losing patience, as he had an overwhelming need to be inside her.
“Take my cock,” he said.
He sensed her shiver of pleasure, and soon he’d discover just how wet she was. Alexander watched her face as she didn’t once look away from him as she reached into his pants, past his boxer briefs, and then wrapped her fingers around his length. He was already hard, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth as she eased him out.
The state of his arousal had put it to the point of pain, but he didn’t let it show. A small bit of pain wasn’t going to stop him from wanting inside her.
Once he was out, he angled her right against the tree, and then lined the tip of his cock to her entrance, and slowly eased inside her.
Layla was soaking wet and he put his hands on her hips and then pulled her down, hard and fast onto his cock. They both cried out. Their pleasured cries echoed into the forest.
Layla’s head leaned back against the tree, exposing her neck. He felt his teeth elongate, but he refused to take a bite. He was not going to hurt her. instead, he pressed his lips to her neck, kissing the tender flesh. Alexander heard her gasp and felt the tightening of her pussy around his cock.
The dress was still in the way and he wanted a clear view of her tits. Leaning her against the tree, he used his strength to hold her, because he didn’t want to drop her, and then, tearing the fabric open, he rid her beautiful body of the dress. She didn’t need it. He wanted her. And those tits on display, he couldn’t resist pulling out of her body and then pushing back inside, just to see how she reacted. Beautiful. No, better than beautiful. He loved the way they bounced as he took her, slow at first, but then he stopped, because he wanted to feel her coming all over his cock.
“Touch yourself,” he said.
She gave him a little moan of protest, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. He wanted her sweet juice dripping over his cock, and to hear the sounds of her release. There was no stopping him from getting what he wanted.
“Touch yourself,” he said again.
Layla slid her hand down between them and began to touch her clit. The first touch sent her cunt spasming around his length, and he couldn’t help but growl at the pleasure that traveled up his spine.
Over the years, he’d had many lovers. He’d been a pig of a vampire when it came to the women he’d bedded. Using them and tossing them aside. He’d been looking for Layla, searching for something to soothe his soul. He had found it in a small town, hidden away as a human. This was his mate.