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)
My eyes blew wide—wider than the gaping “O” that became my mouth.
Why hadn’t I listened to Shadi and my friends when they tried to tell me what was coming? The only thing I recalled was the warning not to get too loud, or he’d go faster, deeper, and longer.
“Uh, uh, uh! Oh, fuck, AH!” That ship had sailed, taken on water, and wrecked on the seafloor. I couldn’t shut myself up, and Alisdair was all too happy to take on the encouragement.
His finger stretched my puckered hole. His tongue plundered my pussy. His thumb rolled my nipple, and his fangs tortured my clit. Branch or no branch, I never stood a chance.
Tension rose to a fever pitch, boiling over with hot, sweaty, limb-trembling pleasure, and I exploded.
Screaming myself hoarse, I came so hard, I bore down on the branch and snapped it in half.
“Holy Meya fucking shit, Meya fuck,” I groaned, chest heaving—fire spots dancing above my eyes. “What... did you... do to me?”
“That?” Derision laced his voice. “That was nothing. I was holding back.”
Yes. Everything every war wife, Lyrican, and fae said was true. Having sex with faeriken would kill me.
Alisdair licked my juices off his lips. “The time for dancing is over, little queen. I confess, you and your trickster’s lips have had a stronger effect on me than I was anticipating.”
My eyes bugged glancing down. By the All Mother, his cock was already a force to be reckoned with, but seeing it then, painfully hard and engorged to five times its size, I knew why he was balancing on the edge of an apology. That thing would destroy me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he dropped, “you’ll die.”
I gaped at him, bulging eyes huge. There wasn’t a trace of irony or teasing in this tone. He spoke as though this was simple fact.
“You’re going to slip beyond the veil and gaze upon the face of Meya herself. The dawn will rise on the shell of the innocent, pampered princess you used to be, and then I’ll fuck the wanton whore you’ve become all over again.”
“Oh, gods,” I rasped, lower belly contracting so painfully, I came again.
Alisdair cracked my legs open like an egg, positioning himself at my entrance.
I grabbed half the branch and smashed it over his head.
He snapped around, hands flying off me, and I took off running.
“Huh, huh, huh.” At least, in my mind, I took off running. In reality, I staggered and stumbled through the snow—panting like an animal and trying to will urgency into my relaxed limbs, and loosening into my tauter-than-a-bowstring core.
Shadowsoul was on me in a heartbeat, throwing me up against a tree. Rough, unforgiving bark fought back—digging into my cheek and stomach. Alisdair’s laugh was warm, tickling breath on my ear. He thrust inside me with one smooth move.
We both groaned so deep and guttural, it shook the tree.
I couldn’t believe I marveled at his impossible tongue. It was nothing—nothing compared to the monster between my legs.
“Oh,” I cried out. “Ah!”
“Say it,” he hissed. He licked a stripe up my cheek and grumbled. I tasted good. “I will have no more of your blustering. Your holding back. The lies on your lips and the truth in your pussy. Scream my name.” A hard snap of his hips drove him deeper, rolling my eyes up in my head. “The name you curse. The name that haunts your nightmares. The name that burns your tongue. Scream it, little bird.
“Sing.”
My eye rolled in its socket, meeting his straight on. “Fuck. You.”
He smirked—wide and terrible. “Close enough.” He pulled all the way out and thrust in, impaling that spot with one strike.
I died.
No dramatics. No exaggerations. No bluster. No lies.
Alisdair started pumping—pounding—my pussy, and the person I was, was no more. It was simple fact, as he said. One simply could not know such filthy, dirty, shameful, amazing pleasure, and emerge the same person.
“Oh, gods, yes,” I shrieked. “Ahh, fuck!”
Alisdair was no less quiet than me. His beastlike snarls and growls increased with his pace, filling me with a feeling that should’ve been fear. Oh, how I wished to Meya it was. But no. The only thing I felt at hearing him come apart at the seams, losing all sense of himself and his hold on his faemanity for want of me... was turned on.
I tightened my walls, clamping down on his cock.
“Agh,” he bellowed, falling on top of me. “Fuck’s sake!”
I smirked. “You scream my name, oh Lord Shadowsoul, King of Beasts. Enough of your lies and bluster. I am a pointless, decorative creature, and you still can’t resist me.”
His eyes flashed. “Oh, dear. I’m going to reach a new level of savagery with you.”
“Are you?” I yawned, and had to snap my jaw shut when a ragged moan tried slipping out too. “When does that start?”