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)
She bestowed kitten licks from his heavy balls . . . following that raised vein upward . . . to the slit along his flared crown . . . and back down.
Flitting her tongue. Fluttering it. Worshipping.
He growled against her. A nip on her thigh told her the demon was done with teasing.
Taking pity on him, she sucked him between her lips as she stroked the thick base of his shaft, finding a loving rhythm. But it wasn’t enough. As he sent her rocketing toward the precipice again, she grew hungrier. Hungrier. Until she was bobbing on his length, cheeks hollowed with suction.
He groaned desperately, and his cock pulsed in her mouth. She savored the feel of his mighty flesh and his . . . essence?
She slowed. Had she detected a hint of salt? Precum? Another pulsation; another hint of seed.
Wait . . . A male demon couldn’t produce semen unless he was with his mate.
She broke away, gasping with realization. “Oh my gods, it all makes sense!”
He grunted something incomprehensible against her. Then he commanded, “Keep. Sucking. Witch. Your mouth . . . gods . . . you’re slaying me!”
His reaction almost seduced her, but this was too important.
“I know why Desh broke his promise of confidentiality. I know what leverage you used with him!”
Rök rolled onto his back, looking like he was having trouble coming back down to this realm. His engorged penis twitched. When she could peel her gaze from it, she found his fists clenched and his eyes narrowed. “Hottest blow job of my life, and you’re thinking about Desh? Desh?? Going to kill that godsforsaken pirate.”
She scrambled away, finding her underwear and bra. “You told him I’m your mate! That’s why he brought you here and ditched me into your care. A demon would bend the rules for a fellow demon whose mate might be in jeopardy.” She dragged clothes on. “You asshole! You knew I was yours, and you didn’t tell me?”
As if she hadn’t spoken, he yanked up his pants and bounded to his feet. “Desh, really?” Zipping his jeans over his dick without a care, Rök paced. She’d never seen him this unmoored. Almost to himself, he said, “Bad enough when you were with that warlock. I couldn’t off him for that, right? I mean, I could. Went to his house to do it. But hell, if you found out a demon had hunted your suitors, it would be over before it started.”
“It? Are you talking about matehood?” Her wild accusations were, like, true? “You’d murder a rival? You Neanderthalian demon!”
“Demons were never Neanderthals,” he said absently, still pacing. “Why were you thinking about Desh when your lips were around me? When you were breaking my will with your tongue?” He slowed to face her, looking confounded. “Why are we not coming together right now?”
“Because I tasted you, and then some puzzle pieces fell into place. But I can’t be yours.”
His bulging jaw muscles said it all.
Oh, Hecate. “You can’t be sure until you claim a female. You’re supposed to attempt them, right? What’s that saying? In the throes you know!”
“Maybe for some. But I knew the night of our date.”
Poppy was his fated female? The only one he’d get—ever? Though she’d dreamed about this exact scenario, now, the pressure felt too intense. “You . . . didn’t say anything.”
“I was about to, but you told me to do other things with my mouth, remember?”
“You couldn’t have revealed this nugget at any time over the past two years?” The words hung in the air as more memories bloomed. Suddenly she realized what Rök had mouthed to her across a crowd of rowdy Loreans. You—are—mine. “The bonfire . . .”
“Yeah, I told you that night. And how’d you react? You portaled away like it was the last evac out of a hot zone! I tried to convince myself you didn’t understand me.”
“I didn’t!”
“Would it have made a difference? You were dating that warlock. Gods below, I wanted that prick dead. Only the thought of hurting you kept me from taking his head.” Rök’s eyes blazed, his fangs sharpening. “I’ll say this again—I can’t help what I am. And I am bloody done denying what I feel for you.” As smoke rose from his tanned chest, he stalked closer to her, looking dangerous and so sexy her mind nearly blanked. “I am done with pain, done with craving! The demon in me will have his due. You.”
On the tip of her tongue: Take that energy you’ve got going on and fucking ravish me.
But she had too many questions, and she was furious to only now be learning about—
Rattle rattle rattle . . . sliiice.
The sound came from a far corner of the attic. Movement appeared deep in the shadows. “The skeletons are coming!”
Rök grated a curse in Demonish and stomped into his boots. “Their timing is infernal.”