Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
All I knew was she was always there. A warmth at my side. A voice speaking to me. Never giving up.
At the sound of my voice, Nox went from half to full awake, shooting up off of my chest.
“Fall,” I went on, reaching out to touch her soft, mostly dry hair. “You’d think it would be summer, since it’s warm and familiar. But summer’s got nothing on one of those perfectly crunchy leaves under your shoe.”
“Daemon,” she whispered, her lower lip trembling for a second before the first tear slid down her cheek.
“And I see a fucking eternity with you, shadow girl,” I told her, reaching out to wipe the tear from her cheek.
On a cute-as-fuck little sob, she fell forward into my chest.
Then it got less cute as she fucking… shattered.
“Hey, now, sweetness. I’m not a plant; you don’t need to water me,” I said, getting a snorting laugh out of her as my fingers sifted through her hair.
“How long have I been gone?” I asked, listening to her sniffle.
“Four days,” she told me, pressing a little kiss to my wet chest.
“Four days,” I repeated. Made sense why my throat still hurt. But my body felt like it had been healing.
“I was hoping you were coming back,” Nox said, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes. “Your wounds were healing. But your… essence…”
“My what now?” I asked, lips curving up.
“Your… essence. That’s what Lenore called it. She said you had a ‘fractured essence,’ and that I might help it heal by being with you.”
“How’d she come to that conclusion?”
“Well, when I brought you here, you were… it wasn’t good. You weren’t even really moving on your own. But when your brother yelled, your wings…”
“I Claimed you,” I said, feeling my heart swell even as disappointment bloomed. Because, damnit, I would have liked to have been conscious of doing that, of her reaction to it.
“Yes.”
“Did you find my wings sexy?” I asked, smiling at her snort.
“You were practically dead. I wasn’t thinking about that.”
“Come on; you can tell me.”
“I maybe wanted to rub my cheek against them,” she admitted.
“Yeah?” I asked. “You can climb up here right now. Can pop them out and wrap you up while you ride me.”
“You need to recover,” she said, rolling her eyes, but I could sense the rush of desire as it moved through her.
“Speaking of recovering,” I said, tracing a finger down her cheek. “You look better.”
“It’s amazing what a sip of ambrosia will do.”
“And you get to see your mom when you need more,” I said.
“Wait… you heard me tell you that?”
“I heard it all. Got about ten thousand questions to answer. But we got years to do that. I got one question for you, though,” I said as I sat up, pulling her up onto my lap.
“What’s that?” she asked, holding herself. So I had to grab her hips and pull her down, loving the little whimper that escaped her.
“Do you think your mom will like me?”
She rolled her eyes at that.
“Could you maybe ask me that when you’re not rocking your hips up into mine?” she asked, wiggling her own in response.
Four days.
Might as well have been forever.
My cock was aching to get back inside her.
“I can do that. What do you want to talk about while I do this, then?” I asked, thrusting up harder, suddenly glad someone had removed all my clothes. “The weather? My shoe size? My favorite movie?”
Nox whimpered, grinding down harder against me.
My hands went to her waistbands, dragging down her pants and panties, waiting for her to lift each leg so I could free them, then tossing them to the floor.
“Shirt, shadow girl,” I demanded, fingers moving up and down her hips. “I want to see all of you.”
She reached to yank it away.
“I want to see you too,” she demanded, reaching toward my head, fingers sifting into my hair.
As if I could do anything but let the Change move through me with her sitting there, naked, nearly trembling with need.
Sitting forward, I buried my face between her breasts, breathing in the scent of her skin. It wasn’t long before my tongue was forking and teasing around her nipples, making her rock and moan.
“Get up here,” I demanded, lying flat, “and ride my face.”
The needy little mewling sound she made had my cock twitching.
But then she was shamelessly climbing up, her legs by my ears, her pussy hovering over my face.
Grabbing her hips, I dragged her down. The moan that moved through her as my tongue traced up her cleft had desire sparking off every nerve ending.
I started to lick and suck, but it wasn’t long before she was doing what I demanded—riding, fucking my face; taking what she needed as her moans filled the room while she drove herself to the edge.
I slid two fingers inside her dripping pussy, fucking her with them as she got closer and closer. As she tightened, I added a third.