Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
He groans, dropping me to the floor.
I’ll take that as a good sign. I slither out of his clinging grasp—not as easy as it sounds—and clamp my thighs together. He’s cored a hole right between the thighs of my pants and ripped my skirt. The buttons on my shirt have popped off. I need to get rid of the rest of my clothing before he leaves me nothing to wear at all.
So I make a tease out of it. I undo my cloak, twirling away when Hawk reaches for me again. He snarls angrily, lunging for me, his red eyes wild. I’m baiting him, but I can’t help it. I need a breath or two to strip down. “I’m yours,” I remind him. “You want me naked, don’t you?”
“Naked,” he replies thickly, and strokes his hand over his cock.
“Naked,” I agree. I shimmy as I kick my boots off and slither out of my pants, hoping they survive the next few days. Once my socks are gone, I give my arse a little wiggle and he reaches for me again. He grabs me, pulling me close, and buries his face against my neck even as he reaches for my pussy.
“You want my mouth on your cock, don’t you?” I ask, even as I hastily pull the remnants of my blouse and corset off. There’s not much left to salvage, and my thin chemise is in tatters. The sight of my clothing seems to frustrate him, and before he can destroy more, I hide it behind me. If he keeps this up, I’ll be left without a top, but then his mouth is on my breasts again and I forget everything else.
He’s ravenous with need.
Hawk’s mouth roams over my skin, and then he focuses on my nipple, sucking on it as if his life depends on it. His other hand strays between my thighs again, and I wait for him to tease my clit, to prep my body. He doesn’t, though—just goes straight for thrusting again—and I work my way free from his grasp again. “No,” I tell him when he tries to drag me back.
“MINE—”
“Yours,” I agree. “But you don’t want to hurt me, right? I need to get used to this. All of this.” And I cup his cock boldly.
It’s a mistake. He immediately hisses as if in pain, recoiling.
Oh. His knot.
I feel it, like a swollen ring radiating heat around his groin.
I’ve been thinking so hard about myself that I’ve forgotten that this isn’t fun for him. My poor, honorable Hawk. I run a hand down his chest and pet him, trying to soothe. “New tactic,” I whisper. “Wanna watch me get myself off?”
He groans, his gaze locked on me, and I’m going to take that as an affirmative.
All right, I’ve never performed this for another, but now seems like a great time to start. The last time I touched Hawk’s cock, it didn’t feel as…swollen is it did just now, so I can only assume that his knot is adding all kinds of terrible pressure and me mouthing things wouldn’t help. I need to prepare myself for this or it’s going to be a very long Conquest Moon.
I spread a discarded cloak on the floor of the crypt like a blanket and then sit down upon it. Every moment feels like a moment in which I’m waiting for Hawk to pounce on me, but as long as he’s still got his pants on, I can take things a little slower. I suspect that when the pants come off, so will the last of his control, and it’s probably a good idea that I’m not pleasuring him with my mouth.
I…I don’t know what I’d do if he pushed his knot into my mouth. Choke to death on his cock, I suppose. I bite back a hysterical giggle at the visual image and spread my thighs apart.
“Mine,” Hawk rumbles, reaching for me as he kneels on the floor to watch.
“Not yet.” I bat his hand away, living dangerously, and ignore his angry snarl. “I’m preparing myself.”
He reaches for me again, and then pauses when I brush over my clit. His wild red eyes focus there, and he watches as I strum my fingers over my body, trying to entice it into arousal. I’m nervous, not only at Hawk’s aggressiveness, but at the fact that this is the first time I’ve done something like this at all.
He tried to prepare me, though. If I hadn’t run off last night, determined to get the other half of the ring, we’d have had sex this morning. We’d probably still be in bed, and none of this would have happened. It’s too late to fret about such things now, and it’s certainly not going to help me come. So I lie back and try to picture things that I find arousing. Things like…Hawk’s broad shoulders. The way he rubs his muzzle over my neck, as if he can’t get enough of my scent.