Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Gods, sweetheart—I can feel you rubbing against me!” His voice came out as half growl/half groan.
“Just tell me about your Beast—what is he hungry for?” Sam prompted again. What was it about his scent that made her feel so hot and bothered? She didn’t know but she found that she liked it a lot.
R’orn sighed deeply, but at last he answered her question.
“There’s something not a lot of people know about Wulvens. We need to taste our females—even more than regular Kindred do,” he said in a low voice. “That’s because of the Beast inside us—it feeds on our female’s pleasure.”
“Wait—are you telling me that you need to go down on a woman in order to keep your Beast happy?” Sam wasn’t sure she’d heard him right.
“We do—we fucking hunger for it. Just as the Beast inside does,” he growled. Abruptly, he turned over and cupped her cheek. Sam could see his golden eyes were glowing softly in the dim room. “I’m hungry for you right now, Samantha. You’re driving me fucking crazy!”
“What just…just by cuddling you a little?” she asked, looking up at him.
“It’s not just the feel of you pressed against me—though that’s a fucking big part of it,” R’orn told her. “It’s your scent. I can smell how hot you’re getting and it’s waking my Beast.”
“I don’t…don’t know what you’re talking about,” she protested breathlessly.
“This…I’m talking about this.” And one big hand slipped between her thighs to cup her pussy through the thin material of her gown.
“Oh!” Sam wanted to move away…but somehow she couldn’t. His hand felt too good and she didn’t want him to stop touching her.
“This is the scent I smell—your hot little pussy,” R’orn growled, his golden eyes burning into hers. “Tell me, Samantha—are you getting wet? And do you have panties on under this silky little nothing of a gown you’re wearing?”
As he spoke, his thick fingers rubbed expertly between her thighs.
“Ohhh,” Sam moaned. She knew she ought to close her legs and push his hand away. So how was it that she found herself spreading her thighs for him instead?
“Mmm…doesn’t feel to me like you’re wearing anything under this at all,” R’orn murmured and she felt his fingertips parting her outer pussy lips and somehow unerringly finding her aching clit on the first try.
She moaned again and rolled onto her back, spreading her thighs wider. Part of her knew she shouldn’t be doing this—why was she letting him touch her like this? But part of her just wanted to give in completely and let the big Kindred do anything he wanted. The way he was touching her felt so good.
Her last boyfriend had never been able to find her clit somehow. He’d spent all his time rubbing the wrong spots—even when Sam tried to direct him, he refused to learn. It was so irritating!
It was nice to be with a man who didn’t have to be taught. R’orn was touching her in just the right way—sliding the silk of her gown against her aching clit and wet, throbbing pussy—without having to be directed at all.
“Damn! How do you know just how…how to touch me?” she gasped, bucking her hips as he circled the tender button of her clit.
“It’s one of the things we Kindred are good at,” he growled softly. “Because we’re 95% male, we’ve never had enough females to go around, so the competition for them has always been fierce. A male who knows how to pleasure his female is more likely to keep her.”
“Mmmm…all…all right,” Sam panted. She was having trouble thinking straight because what he was doing felt so good.
“Do you like it when I stroke your pussy, sweetheart?” R’orn murmured, looking down into her eyes. “Does it feel good when I pet your little clit? Are you getting nice and wet for me?”
“I…I don’t know,” Sam gasped and bucked her hips again.
“Well maybe I should find out.” Lifting the bottom of her gown, he bared her completely and leaned down to look between her legs. “Gods, look at that sweet little pussy…” His voice was a soft, lustful growl. “Look how wet you’re getting for me, baby…”
“I…I am?” Sam asked, her voice shaky and breathless even in her own ears. She could see herself dimly in the flickering firelight—her pussy lips did seem to be shiny with her juices, she thought.
“Fuck yes, you are, sweetheart! Just watch…” And he parted her outer lips and began sliding one blunt fingertip around and around her aching clit once more.
Without the silk of her gown between them, the sensation was almost more than Sam could bear.
“Oh…oh!” she gasped and twisted her hips, unable to help herself. “Oh, R’orn, please!”
“Please what, sweetheart? You want more? You want this?”
And two long, thick fingers suddenly found her entrance and slid deep inside her.
Sam cried out breathlessly as he finger-fucked her and R’orn leaned down to catch her cries in his mouth.