Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
“Oh…fu—” My breath hitches as he eats me with ferocity, like this was the meal he’s waited for all night—like this is what he’s wanted to do to me since he laid eyes on me before dinner—and I throw my head back, staring up at the indigo sky.
This is my life now.
This is happening.
This man is mine, and damn, did I hit the fucking jackpot.
It doesn’t take me long to finish. With several coaxes of his tongue lapping around my clit, and his grip tightening around my waist so he can bury his hot tongue deeper into my pussy, I’m tipped right over the edge. I cry out his name, my nails digging into the rock next to me.
He doesn’t stop right away. He waits until my body has relaxed, licking ever-so-slowly, before pulling his head out.
When he’s standing upright, he holds the panties up with a smirk, his lips glistening from my wetness, and says, “Suppose these are mine now.” He tucks them into his pocket.
“You’re such a…”
“A what?” he asks, cupping one side of my face and planting a kiss on the corner of my lips.
I’m not even sure what I was going to say. He’s all man, he’s bold, he’s loyal, and he’s mine.
“You should taste yourself,” he rasps on my mouth, then he’s pressing his lips to mine, spreading them apart with his tongue. I moan, and a heated pulse blossoms between my thighs, as if he weren’t just there mere seconds ago.
Love of Vakeeli, I want him all over again.
Chapter 75
WILLOW
Caz and I make our way back to the guesthouse where Rowan, Killian, Lew, Hunter, Jack, and Veno are playing a card game at the table.
The table is topped with crystal tumblers halfway filled with amber liquid and a tray of nuts for the men to enjoy.
I fix my gaze on the kitchen, where Bella and Joelle are tidying up, but I don’t see Danica with them. The women aren’t around either. Juniper, Maeve, Nikita, and Tallulah are gone, as well as Simpson and Paulina.
“Where are the others?” Caz asks.
“Simpson and Paulina had to run back to the tavern. The ladies went to the castle, said they wanted tea,” Rowan answers.
“They aren’t drinking any bloody tea,” Lew grumbles, slapping a card down. This man does a lot of grumbling.
Caz looks at me, smirking. And you think I’m a grump.
I can’t fight my grin,
“Ready to head to the castle?” he asks.
I nod, smiling, and he takes my hand, leading the way out of the guesthouse. As we approach the castle, I hear footsteps behind us, and Rowan dashes past us in a blur, laughing his ass off as Killian chases after him with a gun in hand.
“What is going on?” I laugh as Rowan clambers up the stairs to get inside. Killian huffs like a bull, rushing past us.
“Who knows,” Caz chuckles. “They’re always fighting about something.”
We enter the castle, and music is playing, something folksy but calming. In the kitchen, Juniper, Maeve, Nikita, and Tallulah are drinking tea and chatting amongst themselves. Danica is in there as well, removing a kettle from the stovetop. Ah. So that’s where she ran off to.
“Tea?” Caz gestures to the kitchen.
“Yeah. Let me run to the bathroom first.”
He nods, lifting my hand to his lips and kissing my knuckles. “Make sure you come back to me.”
I smile as he releases my hand. I make my way down the foyer, past the portrait of the horses with manes of fire and the man riding it into darkness. In this dimly lit section of the room, it’s even more mesmerizing than before. The darkness truly does look like a black void a person will never be able to escape.
I find the bathroom, finish up, and wash my hands. As the water pours over my hands, rinsing the soap away, I can’t help smiling like a goof at my reflection. I’m too busy thinking about what Caz and I just did on the beach. I’ve never had an experience like that with anyone, and with him it all comes so…naturally. In all honesty, I’m ready for everyone to leave now so we can go to his room and have more fun. I’m not kidding when I say I want him now more than I did before…and before, I wanted him a lot. Something has changed within me. Something internal and soul deep. I can’t quite explain it, but Caz and I truly feel like one now.
After I’ve dried off my hands, I swing the door open and hear the ladies getting louder and chattier in the kitchen. But as I shut the door behind me, someone grabs my arm and tugs me around the corner and into Caz’s office.
I feel a drop in my stomach as the person’s cold grasp wraps around my wrist, and for a moment I think it’s Mournwrath again, coming back for us—here to demolish all the happiness we’ve aimed to restore—but then I see the brown and gray eye along with the scar on her face. Danica.