Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 626(@200wpm)___ 501(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He pursed his lips. “I haven’t quite decided. As I’ve said before, not all the Ancients can be away from here at one time. I do wish to travel, but I’m not in any rush, so I’m fine with letting some of the others go first.”
“You’re worried about Abaddon,” she guessed. “You don’t want to leave him.”
His consort read him well. “My uncle’s need for vengeance gave him a sense of direction. He no longer has that. Though the relatives he lost have been dead a long time, their loss still feels very fresh to him. All he has left of his family are me and Baal, and heaven only knows when Baal will rise. So, yes, I’d like to keep an eye on Abaddon for a while.”
“Understandable. In truth, I’m a little concerned for the guy myself.”
“I would also prefer to keep watch on Ishtar—I don’t know just how she’ll react while processing her grief. She has been known to fly into irrational rages over small things, after all.”
“Rima’s grief will be just as deep and strong,” said Wynter. “Rima might not blame me for killing him, all things considered, but she’ll still hate me for it. I wouldn’t even be able to judge her for that. Noah was her twin, and they’ve been alive since almost the beginning of damn time.”
“I’d judge her. You did what you had to do. And it would never have happened if he hadn’t betrayed us.” Cain brushed her bangs away from her face. “You’re fine with waiting for other Ancients to return from their travels before we head off anywhere?”
“Sure. I’m not terribly fond of the outside world. What I saw of it wasn’t very impressive. Plus, I love it here. It’s our home. It’s my coven’s home, and God knows the world is safer when they’re tucked away here. So, no, I’m not hankering to leave.”
“Then we’ll content ourselves with weekend breaks here and there. Couples do that sort of thing, yes?”
“Yes, they do.”
He pulled her closer and brushed her nose with his. “You know something else that they do?”
“Fuck each other’s brains out?”
He blinked.
“You weren’t going to say that? Sorry. You put the thought in my head a minute ago, and it really isn’t going anywhere.”
Humor warmed his gut. “Giving you what you want will be my pleasure. Literally.”
“I was hoping you’d say something like that.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Waking to the feel of his consort dragging her tongue up the length of his cock would never get old.
Cain threaded his fingers through her sleek hair, drinking in the sight of her straddling his body, wearing only his shirt, and fisting his shaft with blatant territorialism. “I do love that tongue of yours.” Seeing her lick and touch and play with his dick, knowing he owned that beautifully lush mouth, made his possessiveness unfold and stretch out inside him.
Locking their gazes, Wynter swallowed his cock.
He drew in a breath through his nose. “Suck, baby.”
She did, her eyes still fixed on his. Resisting the urge to take over, he watched as she worked every inch of him, length and girth. Christ. It seemed as if, over time, she’d learned and filed away every little thing he liked—just as he’d done for her.
The wet heat of her mouth, the tight stretch of her lips, how hard she sucked, the rasp of her tongue against each ridge and vein . . . It was utter perfection. “My pretty little toy knows just how to make me feel good.”
Her eyes flared with heat. She upped her game, sinking down faster, sucking harder, eating at his control. Until he had no choice but to snatch up her head, since he wanted to come deep inside her body, not in her mouth.
He used the head of his cock to paint her lower lip with drops of pre-come. “Don’t lick them off. Leave them there. I want to see them while I take you.”
“All right.” She began pumping his cock, her grip sure and bold.
He thrust into her hand with a grunt. “Put my dick inside you.”
Oh, gladly. Wynter dropped down hard, impaling herself in one smooth move. Her breath caught. Jesus, he filled her—so thick, his shaft pushed against her inner walls with such pressure it stung; pressed on and brushed against every nerve-ending, making her feel overly stuffed.
“Don’t move,” he said when she went to ride him, removing his shirt from her so she was utterly naked. “You just stay right there like that. I’ll move you as and when and where I want you.”
Well.
“Quick warning. My creature is done waiting.”
She’d thought as much. It had risen during their bout of shower sex last night to bite her. As it took three injections of its venom to perform the binding, she’d known the monster would likely bite her again very soon. “Then it’ll be pleased to know I don’t need it to wait any longer.”