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)
But speaking of biting, I realize he hasn’t bitten me yet tonight. I wonder why.
“Hey, sweetheart—how are you feeling?” He moves from between my legs to come lay beside me. He puts an arm around me and strokes a strand of hair out of my eyes. “Feeling better?”
“Much better,” I admit. I look at him shyly. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Believe me, Princess, it was my pleasure.” He licks his lips and gives me a wolfish grin that makes me blush. “Mine and my Drake’s,” he adds. “He helped a little.”
“Did he?” I’m surprised but not upset. “Your tongue…”
“His tongue—well, our tongue,” he corrects me. “He wanted to taste you too and his tongue is much longer than mine. I hope you don’t mind.”
I find that I don’t. After meeting his Drake and feeling how much he cares for me, how can I be upset? Besides, he’s part of Valen…and though he’s supposed to be my enemy, I realize I don’t quite think of him that way anymore.
“I don’t mind,” I tell him. “But…are you all right? You haven’t bitten me yet tonight.”
“Mmm, and do you want me to bite you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
I can feel myself blushing again.
“Well, I mean, don’t you need my blood? You and your Drake?”
“Yes, but I can skip a night if you’re too tired,” he remarks. “Unless you want to be bitten.”
I bite my bottom lip. Oh Goddess, it’s so embarrassing but I do want to be bitten. It feels good when he bites me. Better than good. And though I just came a minute ago, I’m already feeling ready to come again.
“I do want you to bite me,” I admit, my voice coming out breathless.
“Then I’ll bite you, Princess,” he growls softly and I see that his fangs have come down. So long and sharp—I can’t wait to feel them piercing the flesh of my inner thigh.
“Go on,” I say and spread my legs for him again.
“Mmm, I might have to kiss your pretty little pussy again while I’m down there,” he warns.
My cheeks get hot and my heart starts to pound again.
“Go ahead…I don’t mind,” I murmur.
“Good girl,” he growls and then he slides between my thighs again and gets to work.
His head dips, and the first touch isn't his mouth on my thigh, but right back where I'm still throbbing and sensitive from before. A low, hungry groan vibrates against my inner pussy as he gives me a long, slow lick.
My back arches off the bed instantly, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat.
"Oh!" I moan.
"Tastes even better now," he murmurs, his voice a hot rumble against my skin. "All sweet and all mine."
He doesn't tease this time. He dives in with a focused intensity that steals my breath. His tongue is broader, hotter than before—I can feel the difference, the subtle, primal shift as the Drake's influence blends with his own. It fucks into me deeper—curling against spots that make stars burst behind my eyelids.
My hands fly back to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick, dark strands almost of their own volition. I hold on as he devours me, his mouth branding me with wet, relentless heat. He sucks my clit into his mouth, applying a perfect, rhythmic pressure that has my hips bucking off the mattress, seeking more.
Oh Goddess—it’s so good! Almost too good. The pleasure builds so fast it's dizzying—a coiled spring winding tight in my belly with every lap…every suck…every deep plunge of that incredible tongue inside me.
I'm tugging—no, pulling his hair—in time with the frantic rocking of my hips, lost in the sensation. Then, a sliver of clarity pierces the haze of pleasure surrounding me.
Oh Goddess, what if I'm hurting him?
The thought is a cold splash of guilt. I force my fingers to unclench, letting go of his hair, smoothing the strands instead.
Valen stops immediately and lifts his head to look at me. His mouth is glistening, his eyes flaming with desire and confusion.
"Why'd you stop, baby?"
"I… I was pulling too hard," I pant, shame heating my cheeks. "I was afraid I was hurting you."
A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, flashing his fangs. He leans up, bringing his lips to my inner thigh, placing a soft, open-mouthed kiss there.
"Hurt me, sweetheart," he growls, the words a hot promise against my skin. "I fucking love it."
The raw want in his voice seems to charge something inside me. A moan falls from my lips and my hands dive back into his hair, fisting tightly, yanking his head back down to where I need him.
A rough, approving sound rumbles from Valen’s throat.
"That's it," he growls. "Use me. Fuck my face. Come all over my tongue, Princess. Do it."
I'm so close. The coil of pleasure in my belly is a white-hot wire, ready to snap. And hearing his command pushes me over the edge.