Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
His bloodied fingers wrap around the wrist of my other hand, and in a gesture that makes my breath hitch, he pulls it between his legs. “Show me what you are. No holding back,” he rasps. His lips are so ripe for the taking, and when I squeeze his crotch, I can feel he’s getting hard already.
The kill might have been nothing new to me, but this? This gets my adrenaline pumping.
“You want the monster? The beast?” I rasp, pushing at his chest. He holds his breath, falling to the plastic-covered floor, but his eyes become somehow even more intense. It’s as if the blood staining his fingers soaked into him through the skin, and I want to taste this new version of him even though I know it’ll be even more addictive.
“Raw you.” Rowan pushes some hair off his face, leaving another blood stain on his pale skin.
He might not know what he’s asking for, but I’ll give it to him anyway.
A smile pulls at my lips as I stretch over him. I toss my shirt at Galanis’s face, but don’t miss the way Rowan’s eyes slide down my chest. His pupils dilate with a familiar hunger, and he doesn’t even flinch when I drop my hands next to his head, caging him against the floor.
I can’t wait to be inside my pretty little killer in the making. The blood on his hands predicts his future, our future, but he needs to know where he belongs before he can commit. By appearing in his life, I threw him into dark rapids filled with boiling blood, but I’m also the one who’ll be his anchor.
I grab his wrists, and when I pin them above his head, he whimpers and rocks his body against mine without a hint of protest. Lips parted, cheeks flushed, he’s an offering to me, a reward for doing his bidding.
I killed for him, and now it’s time for my feast.
I dive in, snapping my teeth close to his cheek, and while he shivers, his hips go up, as if he wants to be mine as much as I want to make it so.
My sweet companion. My pet. The only one who’ll ever know me inside and out.
How I longed for him all this time.
“Two gone, two to go. I’m closer to making you mine for good,” I rasp, tasting his cheek while he writhes, tightening his thighs on my hips.
“I never knew this was what I needed.”
He arches his chest to me, and I rock against his hard dick to give him a taste of how I will fuck him. I love coming inside him, and while I admire the strength of his character, it’s when he’s vulnerable with me that I want to claw into him most. I want to overwhelm him, give him more than he thinks is possible, leave him shaking and dripping with my cum as he moans my name.
I nip on his cheek, then his chin, before biting those juicy lips just hard enough to make him moan and stiffen. But there’s no fear in his eyes. No, they’re like burning coals, hot with the need to be overpowered. Taken. Only I can give him what he wants. I’m the only one he trusts enough to let in. Inside his house, into his life, and into his body.
“You are mine. And I’ll spill even more blood for you, until you’re satisfied,” I whisper, rocking between his thighs, high on lust. “But now, you’ll open your legs for me like a good boy.”
He gasps and nods as I grin, my balls heavy with need. I reluctantly let go of his wrists to flip him over, face down. As much as I love watching his face twist in pleasure, tonight I want to see his pink hole taking my dick.
I don’t even have to ask. Rowan is already opening his own jeans and pushing them all the way down to his knees. There’s something so arousing in seeing him offer himself like that. He knows I could overpower him. Hell, I could kill him if I chose to, but he plays with fire anyway, as if he understands that he can’t free himself from the chains of his past without it.
I am the fire. The beast he can ally himself with. His protector. I am important to him already, but I will make myself indispensable.
“All yours,” he whimpers, spreading his thighs under me, and I love the sense of power it gives me.
As he buries his face against the plastic sheet I spread in the whole room to protect it from blood splatter, all I can think of is me on top of him, buried deep and furiously staking my claim. I don’t even want him naked tonight. I want him fast, and hard, and more than once.