Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 400(@200wpm)___ 320(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Gods, he had come back.
No, he corrected himself–she had brought him back.
The realization hit him with almost painful force.
He was still joined to her, his knot swelled inside her pussy and that fact sent a rush of emotion through him so powerful he barely knew how to contain it.
She had given herself to him–not out of fear and not out of obligation, but to save him. To keep her with him in his humanoid form.
Brux stared up at her, overwhelmed by love and gratitude and an emotion so tender it made his heart fist in his chest. She was so beautiful–so perfect and right, riding him…caring for him.
“Kiera,” he began, and then couldn’t go on.
“Yes?” She looked at him anxiously. “Are you okay?”
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that? You gave yourself to me, to save me—did I hurt you?” he asked, concern rising at once now that his mind was fully his again. He should have prepared her more–should have licked her and helped her pussy to open before shoving his cock inside her.
But Kiera shook her head, still panting a little.
“No—you’re really big but I can take it.” She stroked his cheek, her touch so gentle it nearly undid him. “I couldn’t let you go. I don’t think I’m ready to Bond just yet but if this is what you need…” She nodded down to where they were still joined and tied together. “I can handle it.”
Brux’s throat tightened. She said it so simply–so matter—of—factly. As though what she had done was not an act of incredible trust and generosity.
As though she hadn’t just given him one of the greatest gifts he had ever received.
He lifted his hands to her waist and then higher, sliding them over the warm curve of her back.
“Come here,” he growled softly. “I want to kiss you.”
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” She leaned down at once.
Brux met her halfway and caught her mouth in a kiss that was urgent from the first instant—not rough or greedy, but full of everything he didn’t know how to say. Relief…gratitude…love. And wonder, that she was real and in his arms and still willing to be here after all of this.
Kiera made a soft sound against his lips and kissed him back–Gods, she tasted good! Warm and womanly and sweet, with the faint lingering taste of the steam from the bathing room still on her skin. Brux kissed her again and again, unable to stop, until the need to hold her more closely became too much.
He shifted them carefully then, rolling them so that he was above her.
Kiera let out a little gasp at the movement and then looked up at him with wide, dark eyes.
Brux held very still for a moment, braced over her on one arm while the other slid under her shoulders to gather her close. He loved the sight of her beneath him…loved the feel of her around him, warm and close and impossibly tight.
But most of all he loved the simple, breathtaking fact that she had let him have her like this.
He wished—Gods, how he wished—that she was ready to Bond. He wished he could claim her fully and feel the Soul—Bond grow between them.
But if this was what she was willing to give him now, then he would accept it with every ounce of gratitude in his soul.
He bent and kissed her again–slower this time–drinking in the little sounds she made and the way her fingers slid into his hair. Her body remained warm and responsive beneath him, and every tremor that went through her seemed to travel straight into his own.
He hadn’t known it could feel like this–not only the physical closeness, but the emotional weight of it. The sweetness…the almost painful tenderness that made his heart fist in his chest when he looked into her eyes.
This was Kiera–his Kiera. The woman who had rescued him from a cage and then from the prison of his own primal form. The woman who had fed him and spoken kindly to him and let him sleep beside her. The woman who had stood between him and his grief and the void and refused to let him be swallowed by either one.
And now she had given herself to him in the most intimate way she could manage without making the final promise of a Bond. She had allowed him to fill her pussy with his shaft and knot her and flood her womb with his seed.
There was no greater sacrifice…no greater love.
Brux lowered his forehead briefly to hers, breathing hard.
“I love you,” he said before he could stop himself.
The words fell into the warm air between them and for a second he thought perhaps he had moved too fast—said too much.
But Kiera only looked at him with an expression so soft it made his chest ache. Then she reached up and touched his face again.