Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
His lips were so powerful. He moaned and started grinding into her and she felt tingly all over. He undid his pants and lifted her up onto the vanity. He pulled her panties past her thighs and then let them drop to her ankles and pulled up a leg so that they dropped off, his eyes locked with hers. He wrapped her leg around his hip and was quickly inside of her.
“Ah!” she breathed. It felt so good but it nagged at her that he was here doing this here, now, when the party was going on outside that door. She considered what Joe had said about his head not being in the game lately. Anxiety spiked.
“No, shhh, it’s okay,” he whispered and gyrated deeper, nuzzling into her neck and he started licking it below the collar, then took the collar off and dropped it on the floor, squeezing her throat possessively, massaging it.
“I won’t let anyone take you from me, baby. Tell me you’re mine, only mine,” he murmured, his lips vibrating against her throat as he kissed her.
She felt goosebumps rise all over, “I’m yours, only yours,” she whispered.
“And I’m yours,” he whispered. She felt his teeth slowly elongating against her clavicle.
“Whoa, Tristan?”
“Baby…”
“No, Tristan, wait,” she breathed, “You don’t want to bite me here, do you?”
He growled, “Grrrrr. No. You’re right. You’re right.” He kissed her neck and then started to pick up the pace of penetration. He slipped the metal cuff off her wrist and it clanged as it hit the floor. He bit there instead. She held onto him with her other arm until they both climaxed while he drank just a little bit more. The sex was a little rough and pretty quick and then afterwards, he licked her wound and re-cuffed her bracelet.
“Better?” she asked, getting her panties back up and trying to ignore the niggling feeling that this should be the last thing he would be doing right now.
“Much,” he smiled with dimples, “I’m fine. No worries. Dinner should be served out there any time. We’ll go, eat, and then one dance and I’ll run you back to the apartment. Don’t stress, babe; I’ll feel better when you’re safely back there.”
She nodded, straightened her appearance and put her mask on and then leaned down to retrieve the jewelry from the floor. He seemed totally centered and in control now.
“Have I told you yet how gorgeous you look?” He kissed her.
“Yes, thank you. So do you.” She wiped lipstick off his lower lip with her thumb. He kissed her thumb, piercing her soul with his intense gaze.
He checked her wrist and then kissed it, holding his lips on the bite marks for a moment. Then he re-cuffed the bracelet.
“No one will smell the blood?” she asked.
“Nope, all sealed with a kiss,” he said.
“I should use the facilities while we’re here,” she said softly.
“I’ll wait right outside the door. Everything’ll be fine. Don’t stress.” He straightened his mask, washed his hands, and then straightened his tuxedo jacket. After he left she tried to regain some sort of composure. She re-applied the glossy red lipstick, trying to push away the lingering worries she had about his odd seesawing demeanor.
She felt cramps in her tummy again. She doubled over for a second, wishing she’d had some pain medication in her small glittery red clutch purse. When she stepped back out into the hall Tristan was entrenched in a conversation with Sam a few feet from the door and he looked angry. His eyes swept over her and his brow furrowed.
As she stepped toward them she merged with two attractive females walking in the same direction, both in masks so clearly attending the same party, “Look, he’s collared her,” one said, “Surprised he’s finally taken a pet…” the other mumbled, “She does smell appetizing.”
“I pity anyone unfortunate enough to be his pet, though. He is such a prick.”
“Yeah, well I hear the sex is amazing. He’s apparently feral and totally insatiable.”
Kyla did her best to hold her face stoic and approached Sam and Tristan. Sam gave her a little smile, “You look especially lovely tonight,” he said.
She smiled, “Thank you. You scrub up pretty good, yourself.”
Tristan let out a little hiss and gave her a look laced with warning. For a split second she thought it was jealousy and then realized she shouldn’t be capable of anything resembling an intelligent conversation. She gave him an apologetic look and then fixed her eyes on the floor.
Sam stepped aside and she took Tristan’s arm and followed him back into the banquet hall. Servers were moving about the large room with carts filled with bowls.
She quickly counted two rows of 6 tables each. Each table sat 10. She was astounded at the fact that at least half, likely way more than that, were vampires. She knew from what Tristan had said that this hotel banquet room held just some of the senior to high level staff and coalition members that he was associated with. She wondered how much of a vampire population this city had. She wondered what Kovac was supposed to be; how it functioned as a company in plain sight.