Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
The question widens her gaze for a second time.
“But you like it more when you’re the one with blood stains on her clothes.” I partially shift my hands to claws and yank her knees apart. “Scratches on her skin.” Dragging them upward, punctures the outside of her thick thighs, drawing the red essence to the surface for the spreading. “Scars of her exploits.” The tips of my talons attempt to curl around material that should be resting on her hip. When the first graze latches onto nothing, another is given slightly higher. Having the same results twice twists the edges of mouth into a wicked grin. “You’ve been walking around the office all day without panties?”
Cami suggestively beams around her gag.
“Just waiting for me to take you when I fucking wanted?”
Her nod is slow.
Deliberate.
Devious and inebriating.
Removing her non-existent underwear is deserted for the undoing of my belt. “Hoping I’d just pin you over the edge of my desk and pound that pussy until you couldn’t blink without feeling it ache?”
She whimpers in desperation, dangling feet anxiously trying to pull my frame closer.
“Is that why you wore a dress today?” The sound of suit pants and boxer briefs hitting the ground reverberates from the floor to the ceiling. “To be ready for me?” My hand roughly grabs her by the throat I can’t wait to leave littered with teeth marks. “To be ready for your half the second I had to have you?”
Muffled moans are somehow more heavenly than exposed ones.
“New rules, Fated Mate,” I growl, words feathering her lips. “Rule number one. You are to only wear dresses or skirts at this branch of the company.” Cami’s full frame is pulled by the neck to the point her ass is barely teetering the edge of the table. “And rule number two…,” the tip of my cock nudges her soaking entrance, “you are to never wear underwear in my presence again.”
Leaving room for a rebuttal isn’t something I bother entertaining. I immediately thrust inside without mercy, forcing her tight, wet muscles to stretch to my will. Her jaw unhinges to release a high-pitched scream, and the hand on her neck slides to her mouth to keep it inside. My fingers dig into her round cheeks as my dick dives deeper, determined to hit the hilt on every harsh heave. Cami’s hands cling onto my biceps for dear life, and the feeling of her orc ring cutting away the fabric so that she can leave a bonding mark on my arm only makes my shaft swell more.
Beg to have more blood be drawn.
Claimed in the ancient ways she’s still learning.
Yes.
Vibrations from her moaning and groaning meld with mine filling the space that was previously used for business with more pleasure than I’ve ever known. Through a heavily slitted gaze, I study every single inch of my mate’s face, noting the way her eyes roll backward when my balls forcefully spank her ass like they’re my hand and her brow twitches in silent agony from being incessantly torn in two without pause for reprieve. The sight of her jaw tightening in tandem with her pussy quivering from having her clit pinched damn near becomes my undoing. Sweltering wetness continuously drenches the pair conducting the lubricous squeezing until the digits are left with no choice but to exchange their teasing grabs for slippery strokes. Frantic rubbing is met by frenzied hip movements from the trembling creature in my unremitting possession, yet she still attempts to conquer every little centimeter she can. She throws herself into my primitive pumping. Spreads her legs wider to accommodate my massive size. Yanks me down to carve up the depths that I am prepared to spend eternity worshipping while coming and coming and coming as though it is her only reason for fucking living anymore.
All of a sudden, the table unexpectedly begins collapsing on one side, threatening to interrupt our bonding.
Now.
The hand that was assisting in keeping Cami gagged retreats into the back of her hair to make room for my massive, jagged dragon teeth—that this form can barely accommodate—to sink into trembling flesh, securing her to me in more ways than one. An audible gasp is followed by another round of sweltering orgasmic pulsations that completely unleash my true savage nature. Tastes of campfire smoke trample across my tongue indicating that it’s time to seal our fating but barbaric compulsion pushes me to remove my teeth, jerk her head the opposite direction, and sink them in a second time. Stronger, more puissant flavors enslave my senses, insisting I keep sucking, falsely promising I only need a little more and a little more each time more of her essence graces the whirling wet muscle sealing the wound closed. During it all, the hammering of my hips unrelentingly continues chiseling away who we were once were separately for who Fate wants us to be together, only wavering when my warrior’s screams transpose into exhausted sobs. Torrid streams of cum steadily flow one right after another at the same time deafening roars from my ancient side rock the very foundation under our feet. The table crumples further and the fear of losing her for even a second sinks my teeth a tad deeper to maintain my hold.