Total pages in book: 165
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 159487 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 797(@200wpm)___ 638(@250wpm)___ 532(@300wpm)
Which was ridiculous…wasn’t it?
Maybe this was just what happened when a woman went without good sex for years and then got thrown into a bunker with two huge, gorgeous Kindred warriors who looked at her like she was a Mature Elite Goddess incarnate. Maybe her body had finally woken up from its perimenopausal coma and decided to make up for lost time.
That sounded plausible…mostly.
Except it didn’t explain the intensity of her feelings. It didn’t explain why the need seemed to pulse through her blood like a second heartbeat—a desperate, rhythmic throb that echoed in her empty core. It didn’t explain why every time she closed her eyes, she saw herself with both big Kindred again and again, in little stolen fantasies that seized her mind and left her breathless.
In the first, she was back in the giant heated bed in the Visskous mating chamber, lying naked on the coppery sheets that slid like cool water against her flushed skin. Ravik was between her thighs, but there were no rules now, no pretense. In the fantasy, his big, scarred hands didn’t just spread her thighs—they hooked behind her knees, bending her nearly double, opening her completely to his hungry gaze.
She imagined the heat of his breath against her damp curls, the low, approving growl that rumbled through him before his tongue found her. He didn’t just take a tentative taste, but a long, flat, possessive lick from her pussy mouth to her throbbing clit that made her back arch off the bed as she moaned his name.
He feasted on her, his tongue plunging deep, then circling her swollen bud with ruthless precision, while Severin lay beside her, propped on one elbow. The Blood Kindred’s elegant, clever fingers would pluck and tease her nipples to stiff, aching peaks, his cool voice a decadent counterpoint to Ravik’s wet, hungry sounds.
“There, Ravik. Just there. You can feel how she tightens. Make her come on your tongue. Let me watch her fall apart while you taste her sweet little pussy.”
Cassie’s breath hitched, a sharp gasp in the steamy shower air, and she opened her eyes quickly, staring at the tiled wall as if she could drive the desire away by will alone.
“Oh my God,” she whispered, her voice shaky. “Nope. Not thinking about that right now.”
Except she was. Her traitorous pussy was already slick with need—her inner muscles clenching helplessly with desire.
Because in the second fantasy, Severin wasn’t just watching. He was behind her, his lean, hard body molded to her back, his thick cock a firm pressure against her spine as he bent her over. His lips brushed the shell of her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
“Steady, Cassandra. Just hold still for us,” he murmured.
Ravik was in front of her, his huge hands cradling her face, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. The broad head of his shaft nudged her lips, and she opened for him, taking him into her mouth, tasting the salty-sweet flavor of his precum again.
Severin whispered praise that poured over her like honey.
“You’re doing beautifully, sweetheart. Your body is so responsive, producing exactly what we need. The cure requires pleasure, and you are being so very good for us. Remember—we’re doing this for science.”
Then his hand slid between her thighs from behind, his long fingers finding her soaked and aching. He didn’t just stroke her—he fucked her with his fingers, two plunging deep while his thumb pressed tight circles on her clit, building her pleasure until she was moaning around Ravik’s thick length, her body shaking between them.
The hot water beat down on her shoulders, and Cassie realized with a jolt that she had one hand splayed low on her belly, her fingers curled inward, almost touching the aching heat between her legs.
She wasn’t touching herself—not quite. But it was close enough that she snatched her hand away as if burned, her skin tingling.
“This is not normal,” she muttered to the streaming water. “I should not be feeling this way.” Especially after coming so hard just a few minutes ago on Ravik’s thick cock.
But she was. Her body was aching—her pussy begging to be filled just as though she hadn’t just had the thickest cock she’d ever encountered buried halfway inside her.
And her nipples were so tight they hurt. The water running over them felt like fingers—too much and not enough. Between her thighs, she could feel wetness that had nothing to do with the shower. Her pussy was slick and pulsing, and there was a strange ache inside her that wasn’t exactly pain but wasn’t ordinary arousal either.
It felt like need—no more that need. It was like her body was demanding something—demanding to be filled. And it didn’t care how embarrassing or inconvenient or completely insane that was.
Cassie turned the water a little cooler and forced herself to take slow breaths. In through the nose, out through the mouth.