Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51094 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Drowning in embarrassment, Estrella tried to take her legs off but stopped when he squeezed the cheeks of her ass in warning. Do not...move. Can't...move. Until...I...make you...come.
She couldn't help whimpering and squirming at the command, but hanging onto any sensible thought proved to be near impossible once he started tongue-fucking her in earnest. And just as it had been when he had made her go down on her knees and his cock had taken her mouth, the movement of his tongue was just as masterful...just as exquisitely capable at ruining her.
InOutInOutInOutInOutInOut
And as if the rapid pace of his tongue wasn't enough, she could also feel his fingers, which were already slick with her own moisture, pulling her folds wide open. Wider and wider until her pleasure took on a sharpened edge as she felt herself stretched taut underneath his mouth.
Her hips began to move, wildly and wantonly, uncontrollable as his tongue was methodical in its ability to wreak havoc on every inner inch of her. She could feel her mind splintering with every second that passed, and even as she tried her best to hold on and make it last—-
In the end, it was just...too much.
And when she started to break, she could only screeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaam.
Screamed and screamed and screamed.
And still, it went on.
Coming for so many minutes that she lost count...and passed out.
The hard, cruel edges of Lysander's lips marginally softened as he felt his wife's legs slowly fall from his shoulders and he heard her quick pants slow down and fade into the steady rhythm of sleep. Still between her legs, he rose up to a crouching position and gazed down at her.
Seeing his wife naked in his bed, with his fingers still gently stroking the flushed folds of her well-pleasured pussy, was enough to have desire coiling tightly within his body, and his inner beast roared with frustrated need.
Tonight.
He could feel his fangs pushing out, and he had to forcefully clench his jaw to keep him from surrendering to the demands of his blood and take his fill of her.
Tonight, he promised his other half. He knew what was at stake, knew what he was capable of destroying if he did not consummate their mating. Tonight, he would make her his.
Unaware of the thoughts running through the prince's mind, Estrella had long succumbed to sleep, her body sated and exhausted in the most wonderful way possible. She dreamt of the start of her happy-ever-after, of Lysander declaring his love, but when she drifted back to consciousness, it was the exact opposite. She woke to the scent of violence, of a fight about to break out...between her husband and her brother.
Domenico!
Chapter Nine
It was like Celebrity Deathmatch in real life...or a scene straight out of Twilight, but instead of wolves facing off with vampires, they were up against...Faes.
"Everyone, stand back. Please stand back for your own safety." But the policeman's repeated requests, despite being transmitted on a megaphone, only fell on deaf ears. More and more humans were coming in, all of them hoping to get a clear shot of the two camps of preters that appeared seconds away from engaging in a public brawl.
Such photos could sell for hundreds of dollars, maybe even thousands, considering the people involved. There was Domenico Moretti, a gorgeous billionaire who had been in the public eye long before his Lyccan nature had been revealed, and standing opposite him was none other than his own brother-in-law, a legendary Fae warrior prince whom many had written off as dead.
The only reason the humans weren't trying to sneak past the barricades was the knowledge that Lysander Allard's other nature was still unverified. No one really knew what could set him off, and until then, most of the humans intended to play it safe.
While law enforcement struggled to contain the crowd, Alain and Aluin were just as busy doing their own bit of convincing. In particular, their prince - currently in the form of a snarling, twelve-foot beast - had been keeping everyone on their toes for the last ten minutes, with the way he was prowling back and forth and roaring when a Lyccan so much as shifted.
They had been asking the prince to shift back for dialogue to commence, but the prince had only responded to every overture with more furious snarling.
In the meantime, Domenico was giving his wife a questioning look. Is this it? The one we spoke about? He was hoping Misty would reply with the negative, but his wife's tiny nod confirmed his worst suspicions.
The two of them had been in South America when news of the attempted abduction on Estrella and her husband's subsequent return had reached them. They had immediately flown back of course, and while aboard his private jet, Domenico had been apprised of other grimly relevant facts about last night's events.