Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74631 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Instantly, I’m paralyzed, my body rigid. My eyes widen in shock, very much awake and aware that some realm of my dream is very much a reality. With a panicked racing heart, I’m as still as can be as the terror sweeps through me. His warm breath tickles down my neck and the moment I question whether it’s him, there’s a sting of a bite on my earlobe.
My heart races in my chest, so loudly I’m sure he can hear. I’m very much not in my own room. The wealth that surrounds me is not mine nor is this comfort.
The least of my problems is knowing there’s a hot, massive, hard body—definitely a man— pressed against my back. And I’m no longer clothed. I gasp as I feel his hot, hard cock against my upper thigh. My breath hitches and my pulse scatters.
My body seizes in fear at the thought of what he may have done. Clenching my thighs, I don’t feel different. The small movement makes him stir behind me and I struggle to remain calm.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I peer down my body with minimal movement and see the remnants of dried fluids smeared on my stomach and on the sheets. He marked me…with…his come.
It doesn’t take more than a quick look around to know exactly who I’m with.
The beast.
It’s nearly too much as my body trembles and a small part of me screams I’ve done this. I never stopped dreaming and fantasizing. I willed this to be. With a heavy inhale, his warmth plays at the back of my neck, sending goosebumps down my body.
It’s a weak attempt, but I try to pull the down comforter that’s wrapped around my hips up and over my body, but it doesn’t budge.
Quickly, yet as calmly as I can, I turn away from the chiseled chest and wrap my arms around my body in a pathetic attempt to guard myself. A chill from the air replaces the warmth I’ve felt at my back with the movement. He doesn’t attempt to pull me back and I wonder if he’s asleep.
If there’s a chance of escape.
With a concoction of emotions—fear, anxiousness, and hope—I take in my surroundings, my eyes darting quickly around the expansive room. Velvety thick curtains, such a dark red they’re nearly black, line the window. A plush, deep-red rug with Parisian patterns lies on the stone floor. The walls are decorated with beautiful scenic paintings and a large old intricate mirror that’s been cracked and tarnished with patina.
For a moment, I doubt my initial assumption. Glancing at the bed, his large foot is pressed deep into the mattress over the comforter, preventing me from shielding my body. My heart lurches and I swallow my cry for help. Human foot. It’s not the beast.
Crawe.
My heart stills and a sob rocks my body. No. No, no, no, no.
An overwhelming sense of defeat and betrayal makes my heart slow and my blood run cold. He’s taken me. The memory of yesterday hits me with a force that makes me bury my head in my arms and turn away from the hard body molded behind mine. My body trembles. No! How could Father let him take me?
Betrayal forces tears to prick my eyes, but they stop as a large hand wraps around my upper arm, rolling me back into his hard chest. As my body trembles, the rough hand moves over my stomach and brushes against my breasts.
My nipples harden at the gentle touch and my pussy clenches. I instantly recognize the feel of his skilled hands. The beast. Heaving in a breath, my mind is tormented.
I stare in the mirror, searching for any sign, but I can’t see him. This isn’t a home in a village, this is the castle. It must be. It’s far too large.
Even still, I war with who it is behind me. Whose bed I’m in. Staring down at the hand, much larger than Crawe’s, hairier as well. Far more masculine and hardened with work the former assumption would never do.
It is the beast behind me.
Did I come here from the spell? Did the magic lure me in my sleep?
All the questions bombard me as he splays his hand against my stomach, and I relax enough to give in to what he wants.
How the hell did this happen? And what have I done?
My heart beats wildly as his fingers run slowly down my skin, running small circles as he makes his way down past the curve of my hips. His hand moves to my inner thigh, and I instinctively clench my thighs together, preventing him from traveling any farther. I swallow thickly, uncertain how he’ll react.
I’m naked in his bed and I don’t know how or why. My blood rushes through my veins with fear. How can I escape? My eyes search for an exit but even if I found one, my body is frozen in his arms. A low warning growl breathes against my neck as his hand gently squeezes my thigh. His warm tongue licks my shoulder where he bit me, where his mark scarred my skin, and I find myself easing my thighs open for him. A sense of comfort washes over me.