Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“I like that,” she tells me, gasping.
“Mate to Lord va’Rin,” I say, licking the delicate bones at the base of her throat. She’s so fragile, my human, yet so incredibly beautiful. I love that her nipples prick and point up, as if begging for my touch, and I press kisses down her throat and chest before taking one pink tip into my mouth and sucking.
She arches against me, whimpering. Her hands flutter over my shoulders and then she reaches for my hair, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Varrik.”
I tease her breast, licking and sucking the fascinating pink nub until she’s squirming beneath me before moving to the other breast and giving it the same treatment. By the time I’m done teasing her, I can smell her arousal hanging in the air, and the legs locked around my hips are squeezing me tight, as if she’s determined to pull me down against her.
“Please,” she pants when I lift my head.
“Please what?”
“Kiss me. Or touch my nipples again. Or taste me. Something. Anything. Just touch me.” Milly arches under me, frantic. Her hands skim over my chest, sliding down to my hips and then clenching my ass, hard. “I need you so badly.”
“What do you need?” I kiss one breast again. “Here?” I move lower, kissing her belly. “Here?” I move even lower, letting my breath move over the curls hiding her cunt. “Or here?”
She moans. Her hips rise, a silent answer.
Good. It’s what I want, too. I part her folds with my fingers, exploring her with a touch. I stroke a fingertip down the length of her sweet cunt, learning her. Her cunt is as I expect, except for one remarkable difference. She has a nub that I am unfamiliar with, but when I graze it, she goes wild with lust. Fascinating. I rub it and she makes a choked cry.
“Varrik,” Milly pants, her fingers digging into my scalp. “Oh god, that’s so good.”
I lean in, wanting to taste her. I want to revel in her scent, in her taste, in everything that is Milly. I press my mouth against that nub, and when she wriggles, I lick it and tease it as I would one of her nipples.
The cry she makes is loud, wild, and completely gratifying. It makes me hungry for more. I love the taste of her, the musky, delicious flavor that is my human mate, and I drag my tongue over her cunt, teasing and tasting, stroking and pleasuring, until she’s beside herself with need, hips undulating as she makes pleading whimper after pleading whimper. I want to taste her for endless hours, make her come on my face, and then make her come again. I want her to come so hard that she sees stars. I want to hear her moan as she sits on my face and bathes my lips with her sweetness.
But that will have to wait for another time, because right now, I need her desperately. My cock throbs, needing release, and I feel as if I’ve waited forever to claim my beautiful human. When I move over her again, she whispers my name and locks her arms around my neck, dragging me down to her lips for another hungry kiss. I claim her mouth with a hot thrust of my tongue before sliding my cock between her thighs and poising myself at the entrance to her core.
“Is this your first time?” I murmur, nipping at her mouth. “Should I go slow?”
“No and no,” she breathes. “Take me as hard as you want.”
“How hard do you want?” I push against her opening, teasing her with the broad head of my cock. She’s going to be small and tight, and I’m eager to sink into her.
Milly whimpers again. “So hard.”
Gods. This female. I kiss her again, then drag my cock through her folds, wetting my length with her juices. When I’m slick, I put the head of my cock against her opening again and thrust hard, claiming her like she wanted to be claimed.
We both cry out as I seat myself to the hilt. I press kisses to her forehead, gauging her reaction. Is she hurting? Have I harmed her with my enthusiasm? But she clutches at my shoulders and digs her nails into my skin, panting.
“Oh. Your…your thing. What is that. It’s hitting my clit.” Her eyes go wide as I shift my weight atop her. “Oh god, that’s really good.”
My thing? “My spur?”
“Spur,” she moans. “I am such a fan.”
A laugh tears from my throat, even as I pump into her again. She moans, and I can’t stop myself. I have to claim my mate, now. I surge deeper into her with every stroke, loving the sounds she makes as her legs tighten around me and she comes closer to the edge. The feel of her cunt, tight around my cock, is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s never been this good.