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)
46
VALEN
I run.
The hallway blurs around me, a tunnel of flexing wood and whispering shadows, but I don’t stop. My bare feet slam against the floor, heartbeat thundering in my ears. Her scream echoes—fractured and sharp—and my Drake thrashes beneath my skin, claws scraping bone, roaring for me to find her.
Now.
The hallway outside the room has changed. I skid around a curve in the corridor, my shoulder slamming the wall hard enough to splinter wood. I don’t care—the pain is nothing. Not when she sounds like that.
There’s a door ahead that wasn’t there before—thick, gnarled, and half-covered in ivy. It slams shut as I approach, but I throw my whole fucking weight into it and burst through with a roar.
I finally reach the familiar bark door of our room and burst in—and then I see her.
Irena is naked in a tub. At first I think she’s just taking a bath…then I see the vines and hear her moan.
Not a scream—not like before—but a low, aching sound that shoots straight to my cock and coils there, dark and hot. For a heartbeat, I stop cold, hand outstretched, breath caught in my throat.
Was that a cry of pain?
No… it didn’t sound like pain. It sounded like…
Fuck.
The scent hits me as I walk forward—floral and warm and wet—sweet with steam and something deeper underneath…something female. I take two long strides into the room and stop, stunned.
She’s sprawled in the tub, head thrown back, hair wet and tangled like a spill of dark silk over the polished leaves lining the rim. Her eyes are closed, lashes fluttering against her flushed cheeks, and her lips are parted in a soft little gasp that turns into another moan.
And the vines—fuck, the vines are caressing her.
They snake around her limbs and cradle her like hands. One thick tendril strokes over the curve of her thigh while another loops beneath her knees, parting them gently. Still more are coiling around her wrists, not tight, just… holding her open.
Two waxy white blooms are sucking her nipples and when I take a step forward I see that a third red bloom is between her legs. From the way it’s moving, it’s clearly tending to her clit.
I feel a flash of jealousy—though it’s fucking ridiculous to be jealous of a plant. But that’s where I want to be—between her gorgeous thick thighs, sucking and teasing her clit and making her moan my name!
Despite the screams I heard earlier, Irena doesn’t seem to be fighting the curious vines. In fact, it seems my proud little Princess has given in to pleasure.
Her body rocks in the water, hips undulating like she’s seeking more—needing more—and I realize she’s panting now, little breathless whimpers spilling from her lips.
Gods. She's not in danger—she’s in the middle of a fucking magical orgasm and I just walked in on it.
What the hell do I do?
I take a slow step forward, trying to be quiet. My hands clench at my sides, fangs dropping instinctively at the sound of her pleasure. Every muscle in my body is locked tight as I watch her moaning and writhing in the tub and my cock is suddenly so hard it fucking hurts.
This isn’t like last night in the cave—this is different. She’s not doing this for me—she doesn’t even know I’m here.
She’s just… open. Vulnerable. Completely lost in whatever spell the Sorceress’s magic has her under.
But Gods help me, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
At last she seems to finish and with a final moan, she relaxes fully against the back of the tub. She’s panting with pleasure and her cheeks are flushed. She’s fucking gorgeous.
I almost hate to interrupt her—under other circumstances I’d let her have her privacy, but I have to be sure she’s all right.
“Princess,” I murmur, my voice hoarse and low.
Her eyes fly open.
For a heartbeat, she looks dazed—pupils wide, cheeks flushed, lips swollen. Her gaze locks on mine and her face floods with color.
The vines holding her slip loose like startled snakes, releasing her wrists and thighs and melting back into the tub, though the blooms attached to her nipples and pussy remain. She jerks upright, arms wrapping around her chest, trying to hide the ones sucking her peaks.
“Valen?” Her voice cracks. “What—how—how long were you—”
“Long enough,” I say roughly. “You were making noise. Thought something was wrong.”
“Oh Goddess” She sinks lower in the water, a picture of mortified shame. “I didn’t mean— I wasn’t…wasn’t trying to—they just grabbed me and started…started sucking and licking!”
I shake my head and step closer, crouching beside the tub.
“Don’t apologize.” I reach out and brush a wet strand of hair off her cheek. “You weren’t in pain. That’s what matters.”
“I—no. I wasn’t.” She swallows hard, eyes flicking to the vines now curling innocently around the rim of the tub like sleepy cats. “They scared me at first—it reminded me of Old Man Oak in the forest.” She shivers. “But then the way they were touching me…tasting me…” She trails off, her cheeks burning with shame.