Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 605(@200wpm)___ 484(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Valen apparently gets tired of waiting for he takes matters into his own hands—literally.
With a growl of frustration, he lifts my left thigh and pulls it over his broad right shoulder. This has the effect of splitting my legs wide as I am forced to lean back against the tree and brace my left leg to keep my balance.
“Oh!” I gasp as he presses his mouth against me—because he isn’t just pressing against my inner thigh. I can feel his hot mouth rubbing against my forbidden area—which is feeling all swollen and hot—through the thin silk panties I’m wearing.
“What…what are you doing? Why are you doing that?” I demand as I feel him rubbing against me and then breathing deeply—again as though he’s inhaling my scent.
He looks up at me again and this time his burning eyes are lazy with lust.
“I’m arousing you, Princess,” he rumbles. “Because that makes your blood more fragrant and stronger—the hotter you are, the stronger it is and the less I have to take before I can Shift.”
What about his threat to “drink me dry?” I don’t dare ask that. I just stare at him with wide eyes. My heart is pounding and I feel hot and achy all over—as though I’ve caught a fever. My nipples are so tight they ache and down below I can feel my “lady petals” as my chaperone so primly calls them, getting all wet and hot under my silk panties.
“You…you can’t…” I begin.
“Can’t do nearly as much as I’d like to, because we have no fucking time,” he says, finishing my sentence, though not in the way I had intended. “If I had time, I’d strip off these lacy little panties and lick your ripe pussy until you came all over my face.”
His voice is a low, lustful growl and I feel my whole body going tight with some emotion I can’t name. What he’s suggesting is so beyond the pale I can barely process it.
“You wouldn’t,” I pant. “It…it’s forbidden!”
“By who? The uptight Nobles of your Court?” he sneers.
“A man would never—should never—lower himself to…to…” I cannot bring myself to say the words.
“I’m not surprised they taught you that,” he says. “Your people are more uptight than a unicorn’s arsehole.”
“What…what are you talking about?” I gasp. I can barely understand him—my brain seems to have turned off to a certain extent. All I can think about is his hot breath between my thighs and how embarrassing it is and how it feels so shamefully good when he rubs his mouth against me down there.
“Never mind,” he growls. “Judging by your scent, I think your blood should be strong enough now. Get ready, Princess—this is going to hurt.”
Then he bares his fangs again and sinks them deep into my inner thigh.
10
VALEN
She stiffens against me and I hear her little cry of pain. I should feel bad for hurting a female but I don’t—not much, anyway. I could have made it easier for her but I’m too fucking thirsty and besides, if she wants to see me as a beast, then that’s what I’ll fucking be for her.
I sink my fangs in deep and then I taste it—the rich, ruby blood pouring out to finally satiate my thirst.
It’s like no blood I’ve ever tasted before.
Rich…complex…it has so many notes and flavors. I’ve drunk from many, many women in my time—I’m a lone Drake and I have yet to find my mate. But I’ve never tasted anything like what pours from the vein of the pretty little human princess.
It doesn’t just taste amazing—I can feel it filling me with strength and power too. Usually when I drink from a woman, it takes time for her blood to affect me. With Princess Irena, the effect is immediate.
For the first time in almost a year I feel my Drake roaring within me. The other half of my nature is eager to fly—to take wing and leave this place of imprisonment behind!
But I can’t stop drinking yet—it tastes too good. Maybe it’s the magic in her blood that makes it taste so unusual—so special. Maybe that’s why I feel so much stronger already. Her blood imparts vitality that flows through me like a river of fire.
Dimly, I hear her moaning and panting as I suck eagerly from her pulsing vein. Am I hurting her that much? But no—her cries don’t sound like cries of pain and she’s practically writhing against me. It’s a damn good thing I have her pinned against the trunk of a tree or she might fall over!
Her scent is strong in my nose—the wet, warm fragrance of a female in heat. Does she like pain with her pleasure then? Or is she a Bite Lover—one of the rare women who feels sexual desire from the bite of my kind? I had only heard of them in legends—I didn’t believe they existed in real life…