Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
And then, finally, she sagged in my arms, panting.
“Oh, Turk!” she moaned softly. And to my surprise, she reached up and took my face in her hands. Pulling me down, she placed a gentle kiss on my mouth. “Thank you,” she whispered against my lips. “That was exactly what I needed. Thank you for making me come.”
“You’re welcome, little bird,” I said, my voice coming out low and harsh. My fingers were still inside her, but she made no move to push me away. Instead, it almost seemed like she would have been happy to sleep this way.
I couldn’t, though. Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers from her tight depths and brought them to my mouth. I didn’t even try to stop myself from sucking them and tasting her sweet honey right from the source.
At once some of the insistent thirst that had been tormenting me seemed to ease. I licked and sucked my fingers—not wanting to miss a drop. Goddess, she tasted so fucking good! Sweet and salty and perfect.
“Thank you…Turk,” she murmured sleepily. Then she rolled over again so that her back was to me and her head was pillowed on my bicep. With a contented sigh, she settled her smaller frame against my body and relaxed completely.
A minute after that, I could tell by her deep, even breathing that she was asleep. Making her come had been the hottest experience of my life, I admitted to myself. And yet, I knew it couldn’t happen ever again.
What the Hell was I going to do?
48
JESSINA
When I woke up the next morning, my breasts had filled with nectar again. I was worried at first that Turk wouldn’t want to help me a second time. But when he saw the clear amber droplets beading on the tips of my nipples, he didn’t say a word—he just ducked his head, took one of my tight tips into his mouth, and began to suck.
I moaned with pleasure and moved one of his hands to the place between my legs. He hesitated at first…but then began to stroke me and before I knew it, I was coming again with his long fingers buried deep inside me and the broad pad of his thumb lightly strumming my aching clit.
But after he made me come and I lay panting in his arms, the problems started.
“Little bird, we can’t keep doing this,” he told me, frowning down at me.
“Why not?” I demanded. “And how can we stop? I need you, Turk. If you hadn’t come in last night and taken care of me, I might have died. I felt so bad.”
He sighed and shook his head.
“But you’re my best friend’s little sister!”
“Well, I’m also your Fated Mate,” I told him firmly. “In fact, I’m sure that’s why my body is craving yours so much. I’ve heard that once Fated Mates start spending time together in close proximity, they started needing each other—the way I’ve been needing you.”
“I don’t know about the Fated Mate thing,” he objected. “But I do know you’ve been promised to another.”
I gave him a hurt look.
“Are you really going to give me up to that awful old man? His name is Grr. Malofice, you know. My stepmother chose him because he owns half the garment district and he’s agreed to give her plenty of discounts on the latest fashions, if she’ll deliver me to him. And you should see the way he looks at me.” I shuttered, feeling sick. “Like he can’t wait to get his filthy hands all over me.”
Turk’s eyes narrowed and a low growl rose to his lips. I was trying to appeal to his Brute nature—which is extremely possessive—and it seemed I had succeeded.
“All right, I agree you shouldn’t have to be Bound to a male you don’t love,” he said. “But I’m not the right one for you either, little bird! Your brother and father would never allow it!”
“We have to make them allow it!” I protested. “After all, they’re not the ones who have to live the rest of their lives with a nasty old GrandSire pawing at their bodies! It’s not fair, Turk! You’re the one for me—my Fated Mate. You know the Goddess says in her Holy Scriptures that Fated Mates, once Joined and Bound, must never be separated and pulled apart!”
“I know.” He sighed. “But I just can’t…I don’t know what to do.”
“Do what you want—what comes naturally,” I suggested. “You can’t deny that we feel right together—that our bodies call to each other.”
He gave a short, barking laugh.
“That’s not saying much—anyone would feel called to your gorgeous, curvy little body, baby.”
I loved it when he called me sweet nicknames like that!
“Well, my body is only for you,” I told him. Leaning closer, I kissed him gently, tasting a faint hint of sweetness on his lips—the traces of the nectar he had sucked from my breasts. “And speaking of that, would you touch me some more, Turk? Could you make me come one more time?”