Immortal Bastard – The Order of Vampires Read Online Lydia Michaels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 178
Estimated words: 169578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 848(@200wpm)___ 678(@250wpm)___ 565(@300wpm)
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“See how nicely your body responds to my touch?”

An ache formed deep inside of her, begging to be filled. She arched as the pleasure intensified. He knew exactly what she felt, and his complete devotion to her pleasure made every heightening sensation inescapable.

He pulled her closer, burying his face between her thighs and lifting her bottom off the bed. He greedily tasted every hidden crevice, savoring each pleading moan that escaped her throat. He devoured not only her body but her mind as he feasted, his own hungry growls matching her needy mews.

“Christian…” The first tremors of her release fluttered through her body, and his mouth closed over the piercing of her swollen, sensitized flesh.

Long fingers pressed into her, sliding deep and teasing out her pleasure. Her head fell back as he hit that secret spot. A kaleidoscope of light burst behind her eyes. Her fangs punched through her gums, as her claws ripped into the bedding.

“Christian,” she cried out as her muscles locked in sweet release.

He continued to devour her, thrusting his fingers faster as his wicked mouth tormented every over-sensitized nerve. Her mind spun as one climax tumbled into the next. Somewhere in the midst of her delirium, he’d removed the rest of his clothes.

Tremors rushed through her bones as she shivered. He adjusted her on the bed, the heat of his naked body burning hot as his skin pressed into hers. Chills raced over her flesh as aftershocks continued to push whimpers from her throat. She didn’t have time to come down from her release before he filled her in one hard thrust.

The weight of his body articulated his possession with an unmistakable claim. She could hear the deep male satisfaction growling through his mind as he drew back and thrust again, filling her with an almost boastful exhibition of dominance.

She reflexively moaned with each forceful lunge. Harder. Rougher. He buried her in the bed with heavy purpose, his thick cock stretching her body wider every time he stabbed deeper. But there was no pain. As if her body was designed for his, he fit into her like a missing puzzle piece.

Her legs wrapped around his hips as he caught her wrist in an unbreakable grip, pinning it to the bed as he lunged again. The masculine rumbles of satisfaction left her slick and hungry for more. She knew his pleasure as well as she knew her own.

“I can feel what you feel.”

“Yes,” he agreed, cupping her breast and kissing her flesh. “Feel how your body grips mine. We were made for this.”

His fingers wrapped in her hair, urged her head back, exposing her neck and he growled. His desire to sink his teeth into her flesh struck like the need to breathe. The exerted effort he expended as he consciously denied himself the pleasure of biting her was a palpable force suffered by both of them.

As if trapped at the bottom of a body of water, starved for air, her lungs burned with frustration. The uncontainable fire spread throughout her body, demanding he sink his teeth into her.

Consumed by such a distraught and all-encompassing panic, she wondered how he resisted the instinct to feed, but then she remembered it was up to her. No biting unless she asked.

His worry became her own as she felt the crush of responsibility and indecision. She wanted to tell him to do it but knew she wasn’t thinking clearly.

“We have to switch positions!” she blurted, desperately trying to outwit her natural reflexes and his.

Rolling him to his back, she changed their position and got on top. She rode him hard, literally trying to outrun his desire to possess all of her. His eyes closed in tortured ecstasy, and his mouth opened, exposing razor sharp fangs.

Dear God, he was sexy.

The moment the thought crossed her mind, his eyes flashed open. Was he seeing himself through her eyes the way she saw through his? Yes. The answer came to her the moment she wondered, his mind opening to show her a double view that matched her own.

The view from her mind’s eye ricocheted off his, creating an infinite echo that reflected in her conscience like a kaleidoscope of mirrors. Her sixth chakra went on sensory overload, and she bent down and licked at his lips, letting her tongue graze the sharp tip of his fangs.

He caught her hair in his fist and growled. “You’re teasing me, Delilah.”

She was definitely playing with fire. “A little.” He was an irresistible flame, and she was the dumb little moth willing to burn.

“Careful, little one. You might get exactly what you wish.”

What did she wish? Even she couldn’t sift through the hurricane of her mind. Riding his cock faster, she leaned down and smiled at him. “I like fucking you like this.”

He thrust his hips, showing her how hard her teasing made him. “You have a mouth made for sin.”


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