Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
I looked at him, wide-eyed.
“You really must like it?”
“Fuck yes, I like it. I love it,” he growled. Then he reached up and stroked my cheek. “But I can tell you’re shy. I’m guessing no one has ever tasted your soft little pussy before?”
“No, never.” I shook my head.
He shook his head.
“Uncle Carter was a fool. If I had you for my wife, I’d have my head buried between your legs twenty-four hours a day!”
“I…I want to let you do it,” I admitted. “I want to let you, er, taste me and make me come. But Kor, the Unbreakable Laws—”
“Don’t say anything about eating pussy,” he finished for me, firmly. “They’re all about breeding and knotting—I promise you, we’re not doing that tonight.”
“Well…if you promise,” I said.
“I promise,” he repeated. “Now why don’t you relax for me and let me taste your soft little pussy until you come for me, baby. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
“All right,” I whispered. And I relaxed against the pillows and let my thighs drift apart.
It might be wrong to let him do this, but I no longer had the willpower to say no. I just wanted to feel him tasting me and making me come, to ease the Heat growing relentlessly between my thighs.
FORTY-TWO
KOR
I loved the way she opened for me so trustingly. Just looking at her sweet, creamy little pussy and smelling her need in the air made my cock so hard it ached. But this wasn’t about me.
This was about Vivienne…about the feverish flush on her skin, the desperate gleam in her eyes, the way her breasts had swelled and ached with nectar that was meant for a mate.
I’d taken care of that, sucking the sweet, thick liquid from her nipples until she’d sobbed with relief. But the relief had been temporary. The Heat had just moved—sinking lower, turning her scent from sweet arousal into something wilder, hotter—a pheromone-laced perfume that was making my head spin and my Beast pace restlessly under my skin.
She was laid out on the bed now, trembling, her thighs parted. Her pussy was swollen, glistening with her own honey, the delicate pink folds flushed a deep rose. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and the most vulnerable. I wanted to worship her—I wanted to devour her.
The conflict was a storm inside me.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I murmured, my voice rough with a hunger I was fighting to keep leashed. I knelt between her legs, my hands sliding up the soft skin of her inner thighs.
She shuddered at my touch.
“Please, Kor,” she begged softly. “I feel…I’m so hot inside.”
“I know, baby,” I said soothingly. “This will help, I promise. It’ll take the edge off, ease the fever.”
“It’s… it’s so much,” she whispered, her head thrashing on the pillow. “It burns, Kor.”
“I know, baby. I know. Let me help.”
I bent forward, but I didn’t go straight for her pussy. Instead, I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against her soft, curly mound.
It was an instinct—pure and primal. She was mine—I wanted to Mark her. My skin tingled where it met hers, and a low, possessive growl vibrated in my chest before I could stop it.
MATE, the Beast roared inside my skull, the force of it shocking me.
I stilled for a moment. It had never surfaced like this when I was with a woman before—never with this undeniable, singular focus. This wasn’t just lust—it was a claiming. My Beast wanted to claim her here and now—to knot her and breed her and make her ours forever beyond the shadow of a doubt.
I pushed the impulse down, burying it under layers of control. Not now, I told both myself and my Beast. This was for her.
“Just breathe, Vivienne,” I said, forcing my voice to stay gentle. “Just feel.”
I lowered my mouth, but I still didn’t dive in. I started with a kiss—a soft, closed-mouth press of my lips to her outer lips.
She gasped, her hips jerking.
“Oh, Kor!”
“It’s all right, baby. Just kissing you,” I assured her, my voice coming out hoarse. I wanted to take things slow so I didn’t scare her, but fuck, my cock was aching and every instinct I had was demanding that I fill her with my tongue so I could taste her sweet honey from the source.
I did it again, then again, kissing my way from one side to the other, learning her shape, her heat, her softness. Her scent was everywhere now, warm and wild and utterly feminine—sweet nectar, musk, and pure Vivienne. It was the best thing I’d ever smelled—I was already addicted to it—addicted to her.
“Kor…” she breathed, her voice a plea, and I knew she was used to me now and ready for more.
“I’ve got you, baby. Gonna give you exactly what you need,” I promised.