Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85108 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Thrax still didn’t understand how it was possible for him to give her pleasure from his bite. Unless…
No, he told himself. No, that’s impossible.
But impossible or not, the thought wouldn’t leave his head.
There was no way that Andi could have come from having him bite her unless she was his fated mate—the one woman in all the universe the Goddess had set aside expressly for him.
But that would mean I might actually be able to Bond her to me—even though I’m a Hybrid! My mixed blood wouldn’t matter because the pull between us would be strong enough to overcome it and form a Soul Bond anyway.
The thought was too impossible to believe, so Thrax shoved it away to the back of his mind. He would think about it later, he told himself. He couldn’t consider it now—couldn’t contemplate the fact that he might have been living and working with the one woman he was fated to Claim as his mate for the past three years without even knowing it.
“Hey, are you okay?” Andi’s voice pulled him back from his contemplation and Thrax saw she was giving him a worried look. “Did you, uh, come too?” she asked uncertainly.
“Of course not. If I did, there would be a big wet spot on my fucking sleep trousers,” he said sarcastically, nodding down at his crotch.
“Oh, um…” Andi lifted herself and looked down. “Oh, no!”
This time her cheeks were pink with embarrassment as they both saw that he did indeed have a wet spot on the gray trousers—exactly where she’d been rubbing against him. It was even shaped like her soft little pussy, Thrax saw with some amusement.
“I’m sorry!” Andi exclaimed. “This dress didn’t come with panties. And I guess when I came…”
“Hey, baby—don’t worry about it.” Thrax brushed her hot cheek gently with his fingertips. “I love how wet your little pussy gets when you come,” he told her softly. “Couldn’t you tell when I was tasting you?”
“Thrax…” She was blushing and squirming on his lap in embarrassment which only made him want to make her squirm even more.
“Are you feeling shy now, Andi?” he asked, stroking her cheek again. “Don’t you want to hear how much I loved tasting your soft little pussy and licking up all the honey you made for me?”
“We shouldn’t be talking this way!” his partner protested. But Thrax noticed she didn’t make any move to get off his lap.
He pulled her closer and shifted back on the bed so she was pressed against him again. Leaning down, he began nuzzling the other side of her neck, tracing the vein he could feel pulsing there with his tongue.
“Oh, Thrax!” Andi moaned softly and he could feel her grinding against him. “Oh, that feels so good! Are…are you going to bite me again?”
“I don’t know. Do you want me to bite you again, baby?” he growled softly.
“Yes, but rub against me when you do it.” Andi was already fumbling with the waistband of his sleep trousers. She yanked them down eagerly, exposing his shaft.
Thrax barely had time to groan before she was rubbing herself against him—her hot, open pussy sliding up and down his thick length. He wasn’t inside her—not yet—but he knew that the moment he sank his fangs into the side of her neck he was going to sink his cock to the hilt in her tight little cunt. Gods, she was so wet…
“Fuck me!” Andi moaned in that soft, breathless voice that drove him fucking crazy. “Fuck me, Thrax! I need you inside me—I can’t wait anymore…”
Thrax was just about to comply when a loud knocking on the door of their room startled him.
“What?” Andi sat up straight in his lap. Her eyes, which had been clouded with lust, suddenly cleared. “What are we doing?” she demanded, looking down.
Thrax looked too and saw that her night dress had rucked up, clearly showing the place where her soft pussy was rubbing against his bare cock. Fuck—what were they doing? Had he really been about to fuck his partner? There was no way he ought to be doing that and he damn well knew it.
“It’s the Fume,” Andi said as the knocking on the door sounded again. “It’s making us crazy. We have to stop.”
“We do,” Thrax agreed. But he still had to make himself let go when she climbed off his lap. His instinct was to grip her hips and thrust himself inside her, whether he ought to or not.
“Who’s at the door?” Andi asked rhetorically, as she went to answer it. “Whoever it is, they stopped us from making a stupid mistake.”
Thrax had to agree with her again…regretfully. He knew it would complicate their partnership to have sex—especially if it turned out to be Bonding Sex. But damn, did he want Andi! He’d never wanted a woman so badly in his life.