Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
“You’re so sweet,” he growled, pulling back just enough to speak, his lips glistening with her juices. “So fucking perfect. I could do this forever. Tell me you like it, Mistress. Tell me this is what you want.”
“Yes!” she cried out, her hips beginning to rock, rising to meet his mouth. “God, yes, Braze… don’t stop! Your tongue… it’s so good…so good!”
Her words unleashed something primal in him and Braze he redoubled his efforts. He slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that perfect spot deep within as his mouth continued its relentless assault on her clit. He fucked her with his fingers in a steady, driving rhythm while his tongue worked magic on her most sensitive area.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commanded, his voice muffled against her flesh. “Come all over my tongue. Let me drink you down. I need it. Need to taste you coming.”
“Oh, Braze!”
The dual stimulation was too much for her. Kaitlyn’s back arched clear off the bed, a moan pouring from her throat as her orgasm crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down around his fingers in a series of rhythmic, milking spasms, and a hot, sweet gush of her honey spilled over his tongue.
That was all it took.
The taste of her honey hitting his tongue, combined with the unmistakable, convulsive clenching of her pussy around his buried fingers, shattered Braze’s self control completely. A ragged, broken roar was torn from him, vibrating against her sensitive flesh as the pleasure of serving her overwhelmed him.
His hips jerked forward, grinding against nothing as his cock erupted, untouched. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted the floor between his knees in violent, pulsing streaks as he shot again and again and again.
It was an orgasm born entirely from her pleasure—from the sensory overload of serving her perfectly, just as he had always longed to do. It wasn't a release he'd taken for himself—it was one her body had pulled from his—a direct, physical consequence of her climax.
This didn’t always happen for Kindred males—not even for Bonded males. But Braze was so deeply attuned to his Mistress that her pleasure was literally his own and he reveled in it.
He rode the waves of it, guiding her gently through the tremors, drinking every last drop she gave him until at last the pleasure faded and she subsided into soft, contented sighs.
Finally, he lifted his head, his chin slick with her juices, his breathing ragged. He looked up at her—at her face flushed with ecstasy and her body limp with satisfaction. The hollow ache inside him was gone, replaced by a profound, soul-deep peace—and the warm, sticky evidence of his submission on the floor beneath him.
He rested his forehead against her inner thigh, pressing a soft kiss there.
“Thank you,” he whispered, the words fervent and true. He had served her—finally he had served his Mistress…his goddess. He had given her overwhelming pleasure and made her come, as he had always wanted to do.
But he was already hungry to serve her again.
22
KAITLYN
Kaitlyn woke to warmth and weight. A heavy, muscular arm was draped possessively across her waist, a solid chest was pressed against her back, and the heat of a large body curled around her own like a huge, protective cat. For a disoriented moment, she blinked in the soft morning light filtering through the gauzy curtains of the suite, her mind fuzzy with sleep. The sheets were silken against her bare skin and she…
Wait a minute—bare? Why was she naked?
And then, it all came back in a hot, forbidden rush.
The banquet…having to sit on her Protector’s lap…the feel of his hard cock trapped between her thighs beneath the table and the secret, shameful thrill that had coiled in her belly despite her embarrassment…
Then the sudden, shattering violence as the Kriver erupted in fury. She remembered the screams, the purple blood, the terror as a tentacle circled her ankle. She remembered Braze moving like lightning—a blur of lethal grace—the spear stabbing down as he killed the beast at last. Then, the sweet, protective way he carried her back to their suite, her dress ruined, her body trembling with shock.
Then, the shower. The way his big hands had washed her so carefully, checking for wounds, his touch moving from clinical to pleasuring at her command. The hot, dirty words he’d murmured in her ear…the way he’d brought her to a shaking climax with just his fingers, holding her up as she fell apart.
But that wasn’t all. Not even close.
The memory that made her squeeze her thighs together as heat bloomed across her skin was what came after. Braze kneeling…the raw, desperate hunger in his voice as he’d begged, “Let me be of service to you tonight.” The feel of his hot breath on her most intimate flesh…the first, tentative lick that had stolen her breath, followed by the way he’d feasted on her until she came again and again.