Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
He pulled his finger free and took his cock from her hand. “Part your lips.”
She did.
He began feeding her his shaft. Her mouth was a hot paradise; he wouldn’t be able to resist its hungers for long. “Tongue me, beauty.” His knees almost buckled when she circled the head. “Look at me. Want your bonnie eyes on me.”
She gazed up at him with heavy-lidded eyes as she lapped at the slit, dipping the tip of her tongue against it.
“Unh! The things you’re doing with your mouth!”
Her whimper of need nearly did him in.
“Suck me. Take more!”
She did. Her lips sealed around his length, her tongue flicking wetly as she cupped his ballocks.
Too much sensation! His beast kept trying to rise, lashing Munro’s innate ferocity. He rested his hands on her head, telling her, “Need to fuck your lush lips.” He rolled his hips to her. “Push on my thighs if it’s too much.”
She didn’t push him back; she palmed his arse and pulled him in for more, moaning with every inch she took.
“Great gods, Kereny.” Her swirling tongue and nursing mouth inflicted dizzying pleasure. When her wee mortal nails dug into his skin, an electric tingle shivered up his spine, telling him he was crossing the point of no return. . . .
“Never want this to end.” The wolf sounded enthralled. “You’re sucking me so good, lass.”
When she’d first knelt before him, Ren had gazed up at his stunning body, at his bronzed skin and rugged muscles. His prodigious erection had jutted before her, and she’d felt as if she were praying to some pagan sex idol.
Now she worshipped him with her mouth. After the kiss he’d delivered, she had zero inhibitions. Consuming his swollen length had become all that mattered. This immortal is mine.
“Everything is different. Everything is you.” His blue eyes were lost . . . lost . . . lost—as if he couldn’t see beyond her. Couldn’t think beyond rapture.
He overwhelmed her senses. Her ears relished the curt groans that broke from his lips; he sounded like he was in pain but loved every second of it. His masculine scent—stone pine mixed with sex—made her light-headed. When she tugged on his testicles, he rewarded her with hints of salty seed.
“My beauty, I need to pull back.”
None of the villagers she’d watched had done that. She wanted the full experience! She sucked him deeper and bobbed on his shaft.
“Ahhh!” A shudder racked him. “Then take it from me. Empty my seed!”
His erection jerked and spasmed against her tongue; its scorching essence pumped free. His head fell back, and he yelled, “Kereny! EMPTY ME!”
The sounds of his desperate groans echoed through the cavern as she did.
FORTY-TWO
Munro dropped to his knees before Kereny, pressing kisses to her face, threading his fingers through her shining locks. “Mo stór.”
When she returned his kisses with obvious delight, he and his beast basked in the affection from their mate. It helped to right Munro’s equilibrium from the most mind-scrambling pleasure he’d ever experienced.
He wanted to freeze time and remain with her like this for days. Yet it wasn’t to last. . . .
Moments later, she murmured, “Now we plan.” She stood and imagined another outfit.
Reality sets in. He gazed on in fascination—and disappointment—as garments stole over her ravishing body to conceal her.
“Where do you think we should go from here, Munro?”
“Go? Ah.” He blinked to attention, then imagined his own clothes. “Nothing has changed in my mind. We still must find Dorada.”
“Agreed.”
He frowned. “You have no plans to bring your loved ones forward, and you canna go back. Yet you still want the ring? Have you accepted your future as an immortal?” She must have. After all, she’d begged him to take her, had pleaded for his claiming bite.
“No, Munro.” She gave him a look that said, You’re amusingly crazy. “Our . . . battle of wills continues. I intend to use Dorada’s ring to wipe out Jels.”
“If the wishgiver can carry out such a feat.”
“One way to find out. So how do we reestablish contact with the Dacians if your phone won’t work? Have you scented any nearby towns?”
“Nay. The one in the nymphs’ valley is the only one for hundreds of miles. I could steal back there and get a call out, but dragging you along would be too dangerous, and I will never willingly leave you here alone.”
“Then what are our options?”
Earlier as Munro had been running from the fire demons, his Lykae sense of smell—unequaled in all the Lore—had picked up unusual threads. Ancient ones.
Blood. Cold stone. An elusive mist.
The Realm of Blood and Mist? His Instinct had said —Go there.—
So he would. “I plan to find Dacia. And since I’ve nowhere safe to leave you, you’ll be coming with me.” He’d promised his king that he would undertake a mission there. Munro had debated telling Kereny about his task, but decided he wanted her to have plausible deniability if things went sideways.