Total pages in book: 152
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 772(@200wpm)___ 617(@250wpm)___ 515(@300wpm)
A century.
One hundred years of sleeping alone in his bed. Of watching human couples press their mouths together in taverns and feeling nothing but the ache of what he couldn't have. Of his cock hardening at nothing, at the wind, at a memory, at the ghost of a touch no one had given him.
And now Sol was beneath him.
Wet.
Willing.
His.
And this wasn't just any woman.
This was his queen.
His mate.
The female his soul had been searching for across lifetimes. And she was giving herself to him.
Korin's cock pressed against her entrance. He could feel her heat. Her wetness. The way her body was already trying to pull him in.
His voice came out rougher than he intended. "Breathe, little one."
Sol nodded. Her chest rose and fell. Her hands gripped his shoulders. Her fingers were trembling. But she wasn't pulling away.
Brave little queen. Braver than she knows.
Korin pushed forward.
Just the throbbing tip.
Sol gasped and her nails dug into his skin.
Gods! She’s so tight. I want to rip through her.
He gritted his teeth.
Stay calm. She is our queen.
Yet, she was so tight he could barely think. The head of his cock stretched her entrance, and he had to stop.
Had to breathe.
Had to remind himself not to slam forward and take what he wanted.
Slow. Go slow.
He pushed deeper.
Inch by inch.
Stretching her.
Opening her.
His beast thrashed inside his chest like a caged thing. Scales rippled beneath the skin of his forearms—dark, iridescent, threatening to surface. His vision flickered gold at the edges, the room sharpening into beast-sight where he could see the heat pouring off Sol's body in waves of crimson and white.
Not yet. Go back. She's not ready.
His beast didn't care. His beast wanted to mount, rut, and flood Sol.
Enough. Or we will not shift for weeks.
His beast whimpered and calmed.
Korin forced the scales back under his skin.
It hurt, yet the more he fed her pussy his cock the more the pain shifted to pleasure and her tight walls gripping him so fiercely he could feel the flutter of her pulse around his shaft, sucking him deeper like her body was starving for him after years of denial. The heat of her core clawed at his control, begging him to bury himself to the root and never leave.
Sol whimpered as her face twisted. “Mmmm.”
"You're doing so good, little queen," Korin growled. "Taking me so well."
He pushed deeper.
Another growl rumbled in his chest. Low. Primal. His fangs pierced his gums, and he tasted blood.
His fire was rising. He could feel it building in his chest. In his throat. He had to pull it back. Had to keep it contained or he'd burn the entire bed down.
But Gods, it was hard not to set the room ablaze.
Everything in him wanted to explode.
He pushed deeper.
Halfway now.
Sol's pussy clenched around him, and Korin nearly lost it. He roared and the walls vibrated.
She widened her eyes.
He calmed himself. "You feel. . .”
He couldn't finish the sentence.
Couldn't think.
Couldn't breathe.
He pushed deeper. Three-quarters of the way in.
Sol cried out. Her back arched. Ice burst from her skin in a wave of frost.
Korin shuddered. The cold hit him like a blessing, but with no mercy. It cooled the fire raging inside him just enough that he could keep going, but it still stoked all of his desire.
One more push, and he was fully inside her.
Buried to the hilt.
Korin froze.
The gold thread between them—the one that had shimmered faintly since the moment he'd first scented her—went taut.
And then the soul bond’s thread thickened and swelled like a vein filling with blood.
Sol's heartbeat flooded through the thread and poured into his chest.
Soon he felt her fear, her wonder, the cold of her ice threading through his fire like silver wire braiding through gold.
For one breath, he wasn't sure where he ended and she began. And somewhere in the back of his mind, a quieter thought surfaced.
Pyrran. . .I’m sorry, but. . .
Pyrran's thread was still so thin. A wisp that was barely visible and not yet attached. When his brother saw what Korin's thread looked like now—fat, blazing, and full fused to Sol's ribs like a second spine. . .
Korin shoved the thought away.
I’ll deal with Pyrran's rage later.
His entire body trembled. His cock was surrounded by her tight, wet heat. She was gripping him so hard he could barely move.
This is everything and more!
It was what he'd been waiting for all of his life and never thought he could have. What his beast had been howling for. What his soul had been aching for across centuries of loneliness.
Pyrran is going to kill me for taking our queen without him, but. . .
Korin looked down at Sol. Her eyes were wide. Her lips parted. Her chest heaving.
This moment is worth death by Pyrran’s claws.
"How do you feel, queen?" he barely managed to ask.
"It. . .f-fits.”
“Yes. It does.”
“It’s so big.”