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)
At last my pleasure peaks and washes over me like a rainstorm. My body tenses and I see stars exploding behind my eyes.
“Oh, Goddess! Valen! Yes—yes!” I moan, my back arching and my toes curling as I grip his hair and grind shamelessly against his mouth, riding his tongue through the waves of pleasure. My grip on his hair is surely painful but Valen doesn’t seem to mind. He drinks it all in, a groan rumbling in his throat as he laps me.
Just as the last tremors begin to fade, as I'm sinking back into the mattress, boneless and spent, he moves.
His mouth leaves my oversensitive flesh and travels an inch over, to the soft, trembling skin of my inner thigh. I feel the soft press of his lips and the hot swipe of his tongue…then, the sharp, pinpoint pressure of his fangs.
Then he bites.
It's not like the gentle nips from the last few nights. His fangs sink deep—a swift, piercing invasion that makes me gasp. There's a split second of bright, clean pain—and then it melts…transforms…ignites. A wave of heat—different from the climax but just as potent—floods my veins, radiating out from the twin points of penetration. It's a dizzying, intoxicating rush—a feeling of being connected to both Valen and his Drake.
I can feel the pull of his mouth as he drinks—a steady, rhythmic suction that draws the blood from my body straight into his. And with each pull, a corresponding throb of pleasure echoes deep in my pussy, which was already fluttering with aftershocks of him making me come.
The sensations merge and intertwine—the carnal intimacy of his feeding and the raw, sexual pleasure he just gave me mixing to form an even more potent sensation.
A second peak of pleasure crashes over me—unexpected and devastating. It's softer…deeper—a rolling tide of warmth and release that has me crying out weakly, my body bowing off the bed.
“Oh, Valen—oh, Goddess!” I moan.
My hands—still tangled in his hair—don't pull now. Instead, I cradle his head to my thigh as he takes what he needs…as he sends me to the peak all over again.
Finally, his suction slows. He releases my thigh with a soft, wet sound, licking the twin wounds gently to heal them. He lifts his head, his lips smeared crimson. His eyes are glowing faintly, dark and filled with possessive wonder as he looks up at me.
He crawls up my body, the taste of me—of my blood and my pleasure—on his breath as he kisses me, deep and claiming. When he breaks the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine, breathing hard.
"Mmm, Princess," he whispers, his voice thick with satisfaction. "You’re fucking delicious.”
I snuggle against him, trying to catch my breath, loving the feeling of his arms around me. I want to tell him how I’m feeling…but to be honest, I’m not quite sure about the emotions swirling inside me. He’s supposed to be my enemy and after we complete this quest and I get the Healing Draught, we’ll go our separate ways.
For the first time, I begin to realize I don’t like that idea. I don’t like the idea of never seeing Valen again after this is all over. I just don’t know how to put it.
So instead of speaking, I press my face to the side of his neck and breathe him in—the warm, spicy, smoky scent of him and his Drake. I find it so comforting and I’m so tired. My eyes start to close, though I try not to let them.
Valen seems to understand how tired I am.
“It’s all right, baby…go to sleep now,” he murmurs, stroking my hair. “Just relax and get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”
He’s right about that. Supposedly I’ll be tapping into my own magical powers and making the Healing Draught for my mother. Though first I have to go through the Door of Uncertainty—whatever that is.
It’s a lot to consider, but for now, I’m too tired to think of any of it. Curling up against Valen’s broad chest, I let my sleep take me.
58
VALEN
I hold her close and watch her as she sleeps. Gods, she’s so beautiful, my curvy little Princess. A deep swell of protectiveness comes over me, followed by an even stronger wave of possessiveness.
I still don’t like the idea of her going through that fucking Door of Uncertainty, even if it is the only way to truly unlock her powers. I make a decision then and there—if she goes, she’s not going alone. I’m going to be with her every step of the way, keeping her safe—protecting her.
Inside, I hear my Drake roar with approval. We must keep our mate safe, he assures me. We cannot let her risk the magic door alone.
It occurs to me that he’s much more vocal than he ever was before we met Irena. He speaks in words now—not just feelings. He’s no longer a dumb beast—why is that?