Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 29328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29328 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Tarek goes very still.
I start to get up, but he pulls me right back down, pinning my body against the soft bed. “Not so fast.”
I inhale his scent. He’s still so delicious, like the very air I breathe and the earth I walk on. “Why not? Don’t you need rest?”
Tarek pushes me harder against the mattress, his smirk sending chills down my spine as my legs move to get away from him. “Oh, hell no. I need respite.”
“And how does that happen?”
“I believe you sucked on me a few days ago.” His smirk has me feeling so many things that I’m almost afraid to speak. His smile spreads wide as he grips me by the neck and throws me against the mattress. “Maybe now it’s my turn.”
Panic hits me, and then he cups my face. “I’ll sacrifice for you. I’ll kill. I’ll do anything. But, Lilith, what I won’t do is ever force you. So know that while I want nothing more than to torture you the way you did me… I’ll go back to sleep and pretend this moment never happened if you want.” He leans down and presses a kiss to my cheek, then whispers in my ear, “But I really want to bite.”
Chills run down my spine as I look into his now-blue eyes, they flash gold briefly. It’s beautiful. I watch his full lips turn red in anticipation and his fangs elongate. I slowly turn my head so he sees my vein. “Then, by all means, werewolf. Bite.”
His fangs dig into my neck before I can scream, and ecstasy washes over me instantly. Warm blood drips down, and he feeds so hard I feel his fangs digging past my vein. I feel him in my soul.
There is no escaping his grip, no freeing myself from his trap.
It’s like the sun burning me from the inside, yet I want more. I grip the back of his neck and pull him closer. “More,” I whisper.
“Always.” He flips me onto my back and rips my shirt from my body, then the rest of my clothes. “Always.” He flips me over and draws his claws down my back, creating wounds that will scar and stay there for an eternity, ones he’ll lick with his tongue, ones I’ll beg for again and again.
After all, blood is life. And I am life. So is he—beginning and end.
His tongue heals the scratches.
I almost beg for more.
I understood werewolves used blood. I knew it, but I’m not prepared when his bites go from my neck down to my ass, and then he digs in before pulling back and thrusting into me with such force that I know he’s claiming me.
“Finally,” he rasps, moving his hips against me. “Finally. Finally.”
“Finally,” I moan and look over my shoulder.
He shakes his head, his eyes closed, and jaw clenched. “Mate. Finally.” His eyes suddenly flash open, and they’re glowing blue then gold then blue again. “Finally. You.”
I can’t stop my scream as he drills into me, and my body flushes with heat, pleasure, and everything else all at once. He is mine. I am his. I dig my fingers into the mattress when he collapses against me and moves slower, like his fever dream is over, and only ecstasy remains as he holds me close.
Cradled in his arms.
I feel treasured.
He kisses my neck, my back, and sighs against me with tiny breaths that have goose bumps erupting all over my back.
“Mine.” I can barely hear him.
And then I feel it as he releases.
And I orgasm.
I feel it as I turn and see a tear running down his cheek. It’s silver, and I want to touch it. It’s so beautiful.
It’s solid, like ice. I shake my head. “So, you do hold the stars, don’t you, werewolf?”
He nods. “Prince of the Earth. And I kind of have a best friend who’s God of the Sky…but this isn’t for me.”
I frown. “What?”
Still connected, still inside me, he reaches his hand up and pulls the tear from his cheek, placing it on my lips. “It’s for my mate. May the Creator bond us forever. May the stars shine. And one day”—he smiles—“this star will grow, a final gift from the one who sacrificed.”
“A gift?”
He smiles and kisses me, then brushes his lips against my mouth. “A star chooses to fall and can be reborn. Did you think her sacrifice was for nothing? One day, we’ll have a star of our own. A child. A parting gift. Because blood must always be shed but must also be reborn, daughter of the Creator, Lilith, the first… And you will not be the last.”
Epilogue
Tarek
I stare at the tiny baby in my arms and try not to cry. Mason slaps me on the back. “So, you finally became a man. Good for you.”
“Hilarious, but why is she so small?” I ask.