Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47052 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 235(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
On his knees before her, breaths ragged, he gripped her breasts with his claw-tipped fingers.
She arched to his touch, pressing her flesh into his palms—yet more offering.
Fondling her, he lowered his head. He dragged his tongue over one nipple, then circled the damp tip.
Her gasp was a lash at his back. How would he last? Urgency gripped him, but he’d give her no hint of it.
He drew the pouting point between his lips, wetting it and flicking. Then he turned to her other nipple. To the music of her breathless moans, he suckled.
“Rök . . . more!”
Just like his fantasies. They shared a look over her breast.
Releasing his suck, he kissed down her body to nuzzle the fire-red hair on her mons, luxuriating in her scent and the delights he’d soon enjoy. “I want you so fucking much, Poppy,” he rasped. “All of you.” But first they needed to burn away the worst of their lust. Before he claimed her, he’d tell her the truth. You’re my mate. She would listen once they’d found some relief.
“Yes. I want you too, Rök.”
It would happen this very night. Sheer joy swept him up, and he smiled against her curls.
Until she added, “I meant what I said—you don’t have to worry about me summoning you. I won’t act on any pact we make.”
He leaned up with a scowl. “Because I’m not romantic partner material?” Just as he’d been warned—she was his, but he wasn’t hers. The idea filled him with aggression. “Then I’m going to eat you like you’re my last godsdamned meal, make you come so hard, you’ll have to summon me every night for the rest of your life.”
He fitted his splayed fingers around the globes of her ass and pressed his mouth to her sex. The luscious, slick bliss that greeted him ripped a growl from his chest.
She moaned, “Kiss me, demon. Kiss . . .”
Her taste was a beacon, signaling his demonic instincts. Lave. Drink. Feast. His pointed tongue made contact with her clitoris.
“Ahhhh!” she cried, already on the verge.
He lightly licked her bud. Flick flick. Not enough to bring her off; just enough to madden her. Nuzzling and licking, he demanded, “You like your demon’s tongue?” Flick flick. He eased lower to spear her opening for more of her tantalizing nectar.
“Ah, Hecate, yes!” She wetted his lips with her own.
As he kissed, his hips rocked, grinding his length against the quilts. He’d never been so hard. So weirdly emotional. After more than a millennium of waiting, he was pleasuring his mate! At long last . . .
Even if she never wanted him to again.
Her cries grew needier. “Finish me!”
His cock threatened to go off spontaneously; still, he bit out, “Ah-ah. Maybe I should torment you to distraction.” He worked a finger inside her wetness, leisurely fucking her with it as he tongued her clit. “I could make you want more.”
“It’s already torment. Demon, I ache so bad!” Her head thrashed. “This is even better than I imagined.”
He jolted. “Did you fantasize about me, witch?”
Lost, she nodded.
He lashed her bud harder, praising her. “Did you finger this sweet pussy to thoughts of me?”
Her lids fluttered. “I did. I do. A lot.”
A savage thrill pierced him like a surprise sword strike.
“More demon! I need more.”
“And I’ll give it to you once you promise me—”
She seized his horns and yanked him closer.
“POPPY?”
Bucking to his mouth, she took her climax. Took his sanity. His control.
Her scream of rapture echoed as she writhed and writhed to wring her pleasure.
He tasted his mate’s orgasm, couldn’t lick it fast enough. As her core clenched his finger, frenzy hit. A haze covered his vision—any thoughts of teasing vanished.
The torment is all mine.
Poppy released his horns as she came down from the most realms-shattering orgasm she’d ever had. She’d known getting off with Rök would boggle her brain.
“You’re not done.” His voice was unrecognizable—demonic. Smoke rose from the tips of his flared horns as he kept kissing her, doing wicked things with that talented tongue. “I’ll drink you down. We’re not done!”
To her surprise . . . he was right. Tension gathered anew. She would definitely need another night of this. Just one summoning, but then never again!
Craving his taste, she gestured for his cock. “Want to kiss you too. Sixty-nine?”
His hips seemed to surge out of his control. Rising above her with feverish gray eyes and swollen muscles, he growled a sound, something like: “Guh-yeah!” He maneuvered until they lay side by side, ready to partake.
She took him in hand, marveling at his girth. As Rök set back in with his heated kiss, she could tell he was holding his breath, awaiting hers.
When she leaned in and darted her tongue around the tip, his puff of exhalation briefly cooled her sex. He’d threatened her with torment? She’d show him torment.