Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“Kneel.”
Bram doesn’t hesitate. He lowers himself slowly to the floor and arranges himself on his knees. If I didn’t know better, I would think he had some kind of training in the submissive arts because he spreads his thighs just enough to frame his cock and balls and drapes his wings behind him, pretty as a picture. But then I look at his face and realize it’s not intentional at all. He’s moving on automatic, every bit of his focus narrowed on me.
It’s more intoxicating than any drug I’ve tried. I want more. Now.
I sit up a little and pull my shirt over my head. I didn’t bother with anything underneath it. Not when I knew where we’d end up tonight. I’m not about to give away everything for a simple command, but I do pause to toe off my boots and socks.
“You’re very beautiful. You know that, don’t you?” I eye the slope of his shoulders and the thick slices of muscle moving beneath his cool skin. “Whatever creator you believe in spent a little extra time when forming you.”
His aura swirls with the magenta of embarrassment and the deep fuchsia of pleasure. “You don’t have to say things like that to me.”
“I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to do, Bram. I like complimenting you. It’s the truth, and it pleases me to see you squirm.” I drift my fingers down my chest to cup one breast. He forgets all about his embarrassment as he watches me circle my nipple with my thumb. “I know you don’t have a high opinion of yourself, but I would like to hear you tell me your greatest strength.”
He shakes his head sharply. “That’s nonsense. What does such a thing matter?”
“I suppose what it matters is up to you.” I trail my fingers further, down my stomach to the top of my pants. “I’ll happily remove these . . . just as soon as you answer my question honestly.”
14
BRAM
I knew that there would be bedroom games played tonight, but I didn’t expect Grace to fuck with my head so thoroughly. Or so quickly. She’s serious too. I can read her resolve in the violet of her energy. She knows how uncomfortable this makes me, but she’s not going to relent.
I grit my teeth and force the words out. “My greatest strength is my strength itself.”
“Wrong. Try again.”
I glare, but my ire seems to bounce right off her. Worse, she’s still playing with the top of her pants, and I can barely think past the promise of seeing her pretty pussy again. I swallow hard. I can do this. I can cut myself open and lay myself bare for her. “My greatest strength is my loyalty. Once I give it, I will not waver.” I might fail to do what needs to be done, but I’ll want to do the right thing. I don’t know if that makes my loyalty better or worse.
“Very good. Very, very good.”
It’s everything I can do to keep myself still as she lifts her hips and works her pants down her legs. She kicks the pants off the rest of the way and parts her legs. I’ve never wished so fervently for bright light. The moonlight coming in through the open window is nowhere near enough to illuminate her to my satisfaction. Even so, I see her clearly.
Her toned thighs, peppered with scars from the life she never talks about. Her perfect pink pussy, a delight I fully intend to enjoy to the fullest before the night’s over. But only if I’m good. The thought sends goose bumps over my entire body and makes my cock strain. I don’t know how she manages to collar me with so few words, but I feel like she has her hand wrapped around my throat.
I fucking love it.
“Oh, Bram. You try so hard to be the monster you believe you are, but right down at the core of you, you are an honorable man. Maybe even too honorable.”
That startles a harsh laugh out of me. “Hardly.”
“Too honorable by far.” Her fingers coast over her belly button and then lower, skating around to stroke first one thigh and then the other. “If you weren’t, you would’ve brought the nobles in your territory to their knees by now. If you weren’t”—she presses on as if she can see me about to protest—“then you would’ve taken what you want from me by now.”
“Just because I want you willingly coming on my cock doesn’t mean I have honor, Grace. Don’t mistake me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Finally, what feels like an eternity later, she creates a V with her fingers and parts her pussy. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”
It’s as if she’s reached across the distance and turned me to stone right down to my bones. I watch in helpless desire and frustration as she strokes her clit in small circles. I remember exactly the pattern she likes, the one that I used with my tongue to make her come all over my face last night. It’s the same she’s using now.