Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86059 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 430(@200wpm)___ 344(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
But you’ll be trapped here. Don’t you want to try and find a way home? Her thoughts flick to the thing in the Rift earlier, and then flick away again, as if she can’t bear even thinking about what that was.
My home is here, with you. You are my home, Rachel. Even if I could go back now, I would not leave you.
Her eyes brim with tears, and her lower lip wobbles. My mate gazes up at me and before I can tell her more, she flings herself into my arms, her mouth on mine.
I growl low in my throat with pleasure, letting her topple me backward onto the mattress, even as I am careful not to brush my arm spikes or my sharp claws against her soft skin. Her lips slant over mine, hot and hungry, and I love how fierce she is, how full of joy. I flick my tongue against hers, a coaxing tease, and when she shudders, I want to do more. I send her mental images of me ripping her clothing from her skin, my mouth devouring her in all her most secret places.
Rachel shudders and pulls away from me, lips parted. “Not the clothes.”
Take them off, then. Hurry. Because I want to claim you.
A little moan escapes her throat, and I can feel how badly she wants that, too. She jerks to her feet, scrambling to undress, and I watch her with a hungry gaze as she slides out of her dress, working it off her body and then tossing it to the ground. She wears little scraps of bright-colored fabric over her breasts and loins, ones I have never seen before.
I got them at the house. Her mind fills with images of the place we left recently. There was an entire closet of clothes there. Lots of things. I want to go back and bring stuff here, if we can.
We will go back as often as you like, I promise her. All of it is yours.
Her smile brightens and she turns, presenting her back to me. Can you unsnap this? She indicates the band of fabric. I reach for it with a claw, but she sends me a mental image of how I should work it free, not tear it apart. I glance down at my claws, frustrated. They are far too dangerous for delicate work like undoing her clothing…or touching her in all her pleasurable places. I think of Vaan, and how he has shorn his claws short.
Because I like touching my mate far too much, he told me with a rumble of laughter.
I decide I will do the same. With a hard snap of my teeth, I bite off each lethal claw down as low as possible, spitting it to the side. Rachel turns to watch me, a frown on her face.
Should you be doing that? What about your hunting?
I still have teeth. And fire. And this affects my hunting in a bad way.
She tilts her head, curious. What do you mean, it affects your hunting in a bad way?
I snap off the last of the claws and then pull my mate into my arms. Because the prey I want to touch is far too fragile for my caresses.
Her eyes grow wide, and I can scent her arousal on the air. Instead of pulling her last bits of clothing off her body, I tug her down onto the bed and then run my now-blunted fingertips over her glorious body.
This is much better, I admit. Now I can put my hands everywhere.
Rachel gasps when I slide my fingertips underneath the band of fabric at her hips. I tug it down her legs, and a wave of her arousal scent washes over me. I rumble low in my throat, pleased at how perfect my mate smells. Are you wet for my, my fires?
“Oh god,” she whispers. “Very.”
I think I shall find out for myself. I nuzzle her stomach, loving how she reacts to my touch. Her belly shudders and she twitches hard, as if doing her best to stay still. I pull the colorful fabric off her legs and toss it aside, and then gaze upon the feast before my eyes. My mate’s strong legs, barely parted, the darker curls covering her cunt so very enticing. Without my talons, touching her feels very different. I glide a fingertip over the seam of her cunt, and then slide deeper. When I find the entrance to her core, I push into her slowly, savoring the gasp she makes. Her cunt walls clench hard around my finger, making my cock throb in response.
Ah yes. Now I see why Vaan sheds his claws. I will keep mine short from now on, as well.
I lower my head, pressing my mouth to her skin in the human way of kissing. She moans, and I can feel her pleasure rolling through her mind, like a wave. My cock is unbearably hard with anticipation, but I want to linger over her soft body, to give her as much pleasure as possible. I can wait for my own.