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)
The breath whooshed out of her, and her head fell back. “Jesus,” she rasped, clutching his upper arms.
He licked his way up the lifegiving vein in her neck. His inner creature wanted to bite it. Taste her blood. Inject its venom into her so it would be part of her. “You have no idea how badly my monster wants to mark you right now. It’ll do it soon, Wynter. You and I both know it.”
Cain used the weight of his upper body to pin her in place as he fucked her. He took her hard. Aggressively. Possessed her like a feral beast caught in a frenzied mating.
Even as he pounded into her pussy, he repeatedly struck her soul with waves, whips, and featherlight flicks of electric pleasure/pain. She was with him every step of the way, verbally urging him on.
His balls tightened when her eyes lost focus and turned cloudy, as if she was floating in some in-between space. Knowing he didn’t have long before his release took him, he changed his angle, ensuring he hit her clit with every bruising thrust.
She sucked in a sharp breath and dug her nails harder into his upper arms as her pussy began to spasm. “Cain, I need to come,” she all but whimpered, her eyes now wet with tears.
He groaned, his cock swelling. “So do it. Come on, let go, cry for me. Yes, that’s my baby.” They both came together—her screaming and shaking, him snarling and ramming his cock hard into her body over and over.
As they trembled with aftershocks, Cain buried his face in her neck, utterly sated. His monster made a low hiss of complaint, acutely feeling the absence of a bond to the woman it had chosen as its own. Soon, Cain assured it. They’d be bound soon.
Chapter Six
Anabel groaned in delight. “Oh my God, how have I never eaten this before?”
Wynter felt her face scrunch up. “Pumpkin and pizza are two things that really shouldn’t go together.” She loved both foods, but she had no desire whatsoever to combine them in such a way.
All sorts of fall- or Halloween-themed food and drinks were being sold by the many street traders. The town was currently a hub of buzzing activity. When she’d seen “street party” on the schedule, she hadn’t anticipated exactly how hectic it would be. It was like almost the entire underground city had made their way up to the surface.
Cain had wanted to attend the street party with Wynter, but of course he and the other Ancients needed to attempt to wake Abaddon. She sure hoped it worked, because she wasn’t so certain the Ancients could truly punch a hole through their cage without Abaddon’s help. She looked forward to asking him why on Earth he kept drawing her to Cain’s garden in her sleep.
Anabel held out her pizza slice. “Taste it, Wyn, you’ll like it, I promise.”
Munching on his own slice, Xavier nodded.
Leaning back slightly, Wynter held up her half-eaten pretzel. “I’m good, thanks.”
Hattie’s eyes briefly darted from her book to the pizza and then back again. “What’s it taste like?”
“You’d never tried it either? Oh, you haven’t lived.” Anabel bit off another piece. “I really need more of this in my life. Seriously, Hattie, try some.”
“Maybe later, the characters are having a huge argument right now,” said Hattie. Like she’d miss the whole thing and the story would go on without her if she looked away from it.
Shaking her head with a smile, Wynter turned to Delilah. “You still not hungry?”
After taking a sip of the—literally—smoking cocktail she’d bought, Delilah shook her head. “I’m good for now,” she said, half-walking, half-dancing to the live music. Residents were singing on the manmade stage not far from the bonfire, and there seemed to be a battle of the bands going on. “Hey, we’ve gotta give that straw maze near the forest a try.”
Anabel pulled her arms close to her body. “I don’t know if I could handle having people leap out at me.” She glanced around her, edgier than usual. To be fair, some residents were dressed up in costumes and hiding behind corners to jump-scare passersby, so . . .
“We’ve got to at least try the horse-drawn hay rides,” said Delilah. “And stop vetoing everything just because you want to go home.”
Anabel frowned. “I’m not vetoing everything.”
The Latina winged up a brow. “Oh, really? So you didn’t say no to checking out the carnival booths, the beer tent, the funhouse, the—”
“Okay, okay, so I’m eager to get home,” admitted Anabel. “But can you really blame me when death stalks us every minute?”
Delilah rolled her eyes and took another sip of her drink. “There’s really no helping ‘chemically unbalanced,’ is there?”
“You’d know all about unbalanced,” snarked Anabel. “That shit runs in your family, and it all started with your precious Annis.”