Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
His filthy words make my clit pulse.
I am still practically spread-eagled somewhat atop him, my pussy stretched around his cock, my clit still very much at the mercy of his fingers. He starts to spank me, distracting me from the knot in my cunt.
“Who is my mate?” He growls the question as he whips my wet clit with his fingertips.
“I am,” I whimper.
“And who is going to come for me with her pussy all filled up with my knot, my seed inside her empty, fertile little cunt?”
“I am,” I gasp.
I didn’t know it was possible to be pussy-spanked to orgasm, but the absolute mind-shattering sensation of being both punished and pleasured, used and cherished, fucked and loved at the same time pushes me over the edge before I know what is happening.
I yowl and howl, my cunt gripping his knotted cock as I do as I am told and come for him, giving him everything he wants. I thrash and I wriggle, and he rubs my clit hard the entire time, mercilessly making me orgasm over and over until I lie absolutely exhausted in his arms, far too tired and satisfied to complain about the knot in my aching pussy.
CHAPTER 6
Kira
Standing on the top of the building with the night wind whipping against my face, I’m watching a helicopter descend toward us and pretending that I’m not absolutely terrified of flying. I don’t like the idea of planes, let alone a helicopter that is dancing through the air like a dragonfly right now.
He fucked me senseless, and now he’s taking me home to meet the family. I should be happy, but I am terrified. One of the small comforts is the fact that I’m wearing a big jersey wrapped around me tightly. It’s one of Cain’s, and it smells like him, and I don’t ever want to take it off. As the helicopter lands, Cain ushers me toward it—or tries to. As his guiding arm wraps around me, I find myself resisting.
“Get in,” he says, frowning slightly, somewhat confused by my refusal.
“Can I maybe not?”
He gives me a brief look. “Are you afraid of flying?”
“Very.”
He nods, picks me up, and puts me inside the helicopter. Just as I start to freak out, he puts me on his lap and snuggles me close. I’m certain this isn’t how you’re supposed to sit on an aircraft, but his arms and his body feel more secure than any seat or seatbelt ever could. He puts a pair of headphones over my ears, which help a great deal to cut down on the infernal noise the rotor blades are making.
Cain puts a pair on too, at which point I realize we can talk to one another through them.
“I will never let anything happen to you,” he says. “You’ll never be in real danger when you are with me.”
Logically, I know there is two-tenths of fuck-all he can do if we start falling out of the sky, but he sounds so confident and so genuine that the part of my brain which feels fear believes him and simply stops being afraid.
We lift into the sky, and I am able to actually enjoy the way the city looks as it retreats below us, turning from a big bunch of buildings into a series of vessels of moving light. It is an amazing sight, and I am able to enjoy it with the man who has become so fundamental to my existence, I can barely remember a time before him, even though I really only met him yesterday or thereabouts.
The flight does not last long, perhaps twenty minutes or so, but the terrain has changed completely by the time we land. There are no buildings, not even a little township lit up with a few streetlights or stray houses. There is just forest, and then in the midst of it, a building that has to be the size of a small fortress. I can see the great circular shape in the middle, with two large wings coming off either side. There are extensive grounds lit up with torches or lights or something that looks similar. I can see a maze-like area and big pathways and plantings and… I don’t know. This could be a fortress, or a university, or a magical school, or a summer retreat for a French king soon to be beheaded.
“This is Denholm,” Cain explains as we start our descent. “This is the ancestral seat of my pack.”
I forgot about his pack for a moment or two or three, or completely. I know he mentioned something about them in some way, but I only have eyes and thoughts for him.
“Do they all live here?”
“There’s a small crew who inhabit the place, yes. Mostly our elders,” he explains. “The younger ones tend to pursue lives out of the area. This is remote country, little in the way of employment opportunities, or entertainment besides hunting, fishing, a slower pace of life. Our pack tends to be ambitious as a rule.”