Total pages in book: 197
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 186911 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 935(@200wpm)___ 748(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
A huge, terrible grin split his face. “Oh, yes. You’ll do just fine.”
Alisdair hefted me up, scraping my back against the tree. My cry choked on a groan, caught in my throat as he closed over my nipple. I assumed only faeriken women shared the experience of a man with fangs ravishing your breasts. I envied them for discovering the experience long before me.
His tongue teased and tortured the little nub to a hardened pebble, standing it to attention, then punishing its wantonness. Sharpened canines scraped the delicate flesh—shooting equal parts pain and pleasure straight to my lower belly.
“Oh, Meya,” I rasped. I tightened, legs clamping on him. “Do you... really think— Oh!”
He snapped my legs open, pushed in deeper still, and spread his fingers wide—spreading me like a Meya’s Day turkey.
“—that,” I breathed, straining to keep hold of my senses. “It’s going to be this easy?”
I hauled back and slapped him across the face.
He growled, head snapping around. The distraction gave me a chance to get my feet between us, and kick.
I threw him off me and took off running, bolting for the trees. They helped me lose him once, they’d help me lose him again. I accepted this deal was my only chance for getting home, but I hadn’t accepted defeat. Not by a long shot.
“Argh!”
I threw my body to the side, and he pounced on the spot I’d been standing in—tackling nothing but air and snow. A strange noise came from him.
Was he... laughing?
Loud, hearty guffaws echoed through the forest. By the goddess, he was enjoying this. Every second of his hunting me down like a wild animal and trying to claim my body like a prize to be won. To him, all of this, was nothing but fun.
He can have his fun eating my snow!
Leaping off the balls of my toes, I jumped, seized a branch just within reach of my fingertips, heaved myself up and—
Snap!
“Ahh!”
I collapsed on the ground, pinned under the branch. A shadow fell over me.
“Seems it is this easy.” Alisdair moved around me, the stalking panther. “Are your wings caught, my pet?”
I shoved against the wood. The answer was unreservedly, humiliatingly, yes. “Get this off of me.”
“Now why”—he flicked my knees apart—“would I do that?”
My pulse raced as his fingers found themselves between my legs again. As they found my clit. “B-because,” I gasped. “You don’t want the fun to... end too so-on— Ah!”
He rubbed the bundle of nerves between my legs like he was rubbing out the spot of damnation. Hard, fast, rough—spots danced before my eyes that made me think I was seeing stars.
I wriggled, kicked, and flailed under the branch—body hot and cold. Shivering and shuddering. How could someone I hated so much make me feel this good?
“Let me... run for you,” I cried, desperation filling my voice. One thrust and the marriage was consummated. The bond was sealed. One thrust, and I woke up the next morning a failure, and prepared for another night... as his prey. “You said I was your entertainment. You said this is our dance. Let it go on for a little long—"
Alisdair dropped between my thighs, and devoured my pussy. My back snapped up—mouth open in a silent, jaw-cracking moan.
He growled, snarled, and snapped—a feral beast going down on a ripe peach. In all my life, with all the books, and all the poems, I’d never find the words to describe this. Of course no book or poem could help me—no other woman had ever been fucked in this manner.
Alisdair’s tongue plunged into my entrance and kept going, going, growing.
I didn’t know what type of magic this was. I didn’t know if it was magic, or simply how the curse changed him. But an infaeman tongue, probed and streeetched me—pushing this borrowed pussy past limits it’d never gone before.
He bobbed and shook his head side to side—both drilling me and tormenting the bundle of nerves at my apex. Crashing, surging waves of pleasure flooded my body over and over again. I couldn’t catch my breath from the first wave before the next was bowling me over, dragging me back down into ecstasy my life of sensible maidenhood had never known.
“Oh, fuck,” I screamed when his tongue struck a head-scrambling, fire-igniting spot within me. Where had that been all my life?! Did other women know about this? Why didn’t they tell me! “Meya, save me!”
From what? I had no idea. Save me from his tongue, or how incredible it was making me feel? Either way, if he struck that spot again, I could not be held responsible for my actions. My melting mind wouldn’t even remember them.
Get a hold of yourself, woman! You have to keep running! Why end tomorrow what we can end tonight?
Alisdair’s hand slid under the branch and palmed my breast, taking my poor nipple between two claw-tipped fingers. I had a passing thought that his claws looked longer, then a finger disappeared inside my ass.