Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 205594 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1028(@200wpm)___ 822(@250wpm)___ 685(@300wpm)
I could unblock the door and leave at any time.
I put my hand on the wood. It feels warm and pleasant and not nearly solid enough. To think that the first week I was here, I was absolutely frantic to get out. That I begged Balon to remove the bricks from the doors and save me.
I could walk out right now, a year later…and I won’t.
Not because I want to stay for the good of Lios. But because Nemeth is here and I want to be with him.
After I give myself my injection and clean up the kitchens, I head upstairs. Nemeth is sprawled in bed, asleep, his big, thick legs taking up the majority of the mattress. I watch him for a moment, then set the lamp across the room and tap it once to dim it. I want to be able to see what I’m doing. Gathering my skirts, I slip off my shoes and crawl into bed next to Nemeth. I carefully avoid his wing, easing the blankets down his hips. By the gods, he’s so beautiful. How did I think he was monstrous when I first saw him? He’s nothing but thick slabs of dark grey muscle, and the strength in his body calls out to me, begging to be appreciated.
Lucky for him, I know just how to appreciate a good-looking body.
I lean over him and kiss his chest. I tell myself that he should probably wake up and eat dinner. That I need to check his wound. They feel like excuses, because in all reality, I just want to touch him. I want to show him that I’m with him.
That I’ve made up my mind to be his mate.
I press another kiss to a strong pectoral. He’s remained in excellent shape despite the fact that we’re trapped in here, and I suspect a lot of it is due to the fact that he performs his exercises daily, stretching and maneuvering, as well as carrying heavy supplies up and down the stairs constantly. I appreciate his strength, and I certainly appreciate the muscles it builds. I’ve always been a soft creature, coddled by my nurses, and when Erynne was out riding horses, I was told to sit by the fire with a blanket. I’ve always felt a little weak compared to my sister, but Nemeth doesn’t make me feel like a problem. He makes me feel like I’m someone to be cherished, to be cosseted and taken care of. That he appreciates me despite my shortcomings.
Well, I do have a few talents, and I plan on showing them to him.
I kiss lower down his chest, hovering over his navel.
He makes a low sound in his throat, his big frame shifting on the bed.
My hands go to his belt and I tug at it, loosening the buckle and then pulling it free. Without the belt, his kilt falls from his hips, revealing the wrap he wears over his groin. After watching him dress, I know that a tug in the right spot will pull everything undone, and I waste no time in unwrapping him from his clothes, like a feast day present.
And then he’s naked, sprawled underneath me. His cock rests against his thigh, growing harder as I gaze down at him. I see the ridge at the base of his cock that will become his knot, and the pointed tip of his shaft. Gods, he’s pretty. I sigh happily at the sight of him, and his cock twitches at the sound.
“Candra?” He sounds fuzzy and confused.
“I made dinner,” I tell him, lowering my head to kiss the flat plane below his navel. His cock stirs again, almost brushing my face. “And I wanted to wake you up with your reward…unless you want me to stop.”
He rolls fully onto his back, his strangely bent legs spreading ever so slightly to invite me in. “I am no fool.”
“Mmm.” I grip his shaft in my hand and skim my fingers over him, loving the way he strains against my touch. He’s fully erect now, the head of his cock flushed and inviting. “I’ve also been doing some thinking.”
Nemeth’s breath catches as I give the head of his cock a lick. His claws fist into the blankets, digging at the material.
I suppose that’s a decent an answer as any. He’s listening, that’s for certain. I lick a stripe down the side of his shaft, and sigh with pleasure at the feel of his hot, turgid length in my grip. There’s something so delightful about an erect cock that just begs to be squeezed and nibbled on. I love the feel of it, and I love his responses, too. Gripping the base of him, I rub the pad of my thumb against his knot, trying to get it to balloon. It feels hot and tight under my hand, but hasn’t yet descended. Fascinated, I work his cock with my tongue, trying to get the knot to extend. I tease his tip, dipping it into my mouth and slicking it with my saliva. A salty burst on my tongue tells me that he’s leaking pre-cum and I lap at him, making humming noises of appreciation as I do.