Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Suddenly, Grath had an idea.
“What if I told you I could give you some of my ability so you could warm yourself up when you’re cold?” he asked Madeline.
She looked up at him skeptically.
“I’d say that sounds too good to be true. How?”
“By biting you,” Grath said simply.
“Biting me?” Madeline put a hand to her throat and eyed his fangs uncertainly. She had never shown any fear of them before, but then, Grath had never offered to bite her before, either.
“Never mind,” he said, shaking his head. “It’s pretty fucking clear you don’t like the idea.” He started to turn away from her but Madeline put one soft little hand on his chest to stop him.
“No, wait—tell me about it,” she urged softly. “I’m sorry—I always forget you’re part Blood Kindred. Until your fangs get all long and sharp and pointy-looking—like they are right now,” she added, looking at his mouth.
Grath knew why his fangs were sharpening—it was because he wanted her—wanted to bite her and Claim her and fill her with his essence.
Right, and after that you’ll want to fill her with your cock and bond her with your Mating Fist—be very fucking careful, Grath—you’re getting a little too close to the edge here, whispered a warning little voice in is head. With difficulty, he pushed it aside.
“It does have to do with my Blood Kindred heritage—but the part of me that’s Flame Kindred plays a part, too,” he told Madeline. “See, if I bite you and inject my essence into your bloodstream, I can give you some of my immunity to cold—the ability to warm yourself up.”
Madeline’s eyes widened.
“Even when I’m outside when it’s freezing?”
“Especially then,” Grath assured her, smiling at her eagerness.
“And all I have to do is let you bite me?” she asked, eyeing his fangs again.
“Well…there’s a little bit more to it than that,” Grath told her. “See, it’s not just about me biting you—it’s where I bite you.”
“Well…where do you have to bite me?” Madeline asked, frowning. “I just assumed you’d want to bite me on the neck. You know—like a vampire.”
“I’m not a fucking vampire,” Grath said dryly. He had heard himself compared to this mythical Earth monster before, just because he had fangs. “I’ll be injecting my essence, not sucking your blood, baby,” he pointed out.
“Okay—so if not my neck, then where do you need to bite me?” Madeline asked. “My wrist?” She turned her hand over, exposing the underside of her wrist.
Grath shook his head.
“No. I’ll need to bite you somewhere near your core. That will help the essence reach your vital organs and enable them to make heat, the same way mine do,” he explained.
Madeline looked confused.
“Near my core?” she repeated. “Where do you mean?”
“Let me show you, baby,” Grath growled.
Turning her over so that she was laying on her back with her head pillowed on his left bicep, he ran one big hand down her body, letting his fingertips skim down her side, close to the curve of one full breast, then down her belly, and finished up by placing his hand on her inner thigh.
Even though he had been careful not to touch her breasts or pussy on his downward journey, he could feel Madeline trembling under his light touch. Her eyes had grown wide and he could hear her heart pounding.
“Um…” She licked her lips, clearly not sure what to say. “You…you have to bite me there?”
“On your inner thigh,” Grath told her. “As close as possible to your body, baby.”
“So…will I have to pull up my nightgown?” Madeline asked.
“Mmm-hmm. Should I show you?” he asked again. When she nodded hesitantly, he slowly lifted the hem of the silky red nightdress, baring her curvy thighs and a tiny red triangle of fabric that barely hid her plump pussy mound.
“Ohhhh,” Madeline whispered, but she didn’t try to stop him. On the contrary, she even spread her thighs a little for him, so he could get a better look at those red panties.
“Mmm, little girl,” Grath murmured in her ear. “I like how you’re spreading open just a little for me, but I’m afraid I need you to spread much wider so I can show you exactly where I need to bite you.”
“I…I’ll try,” she whispered, her cheeks turning pink with a blush. “It’s just…kind of embarrassing.”
“And why is that?” Grath wanted to know.
“Because I…” Madeline bit her lip. “I’m afraid I might…might be getting wet. You know, because we’re so close and you’re…you know, touching me.”
“Mmm, well I have to touch you in order to show you where I need to bite you,” Grath told her. “Now can you spread your thighs wide for me? I promise I won’t mind if your soft little pussy gets wet,” he added in a low, growling tone.
Madeline shivered against him and he heard her breathing speed up even more. Without another word, she spread her thighs wider, showing him her creamy inner thighs. Sure enough, there was a damp patch on the little red triangle of fabric covering her soft pussy lips. The sight made Grath’s cock surged in his sleep trousers, but he was careful not to push things too fast.