Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
She collapsed back against the moss, trembling, her body still twitching with aftershocks. It was the best orgasm she’d ever had, she thought. But she couldn’t help wondering…where did they go from here?
10
KORRATH
Korrath couldn’t stop watching her. The sight of her trembling on the moss table, her soft body quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure, nearly undid him. Every instinct in his blood screamed at him to mount her, to knot her, to spill his seed deep inside her soft, sucking pussy and Bond her to him once and for all.
But no…not yet.
Miranda was still new to his world, new to his touch, he reminded himself. He wanted their Bonding to be more than just a heat-driven coupling. He wanted her surrender freely given, not stolen by biology and hunger.
Still, restraint did not come easily. His shaft strained against the confines of his leather trousers, throbbing with the need to bury itself in her slick heat. His claws wanted to dig into the moss, to hold her down and take her—thrusting deep in her sweet, hot pussy until she begged him to come deep inside her…until she—
No.
Korrath knew he had to calm down. He forced himself to draw in a deep breath, pulling her intoxicating scent deeper into his lungs until he nearly shuddered with pleasure. It didn’t help his lust much, but it did still his racing heart.
Carefully, he withdrew his fingers from her sweet little pussy, slick with her juices. The sight made his mouth water. He raised them to his lips and sucked, savoring the taste of her—rich and salty-sweet, like nectar blended with spice. His purr rumbled out low and hungry, vibrating through the chamber.
“Gods,” he growled softly. “You taste even better than I dreamed.”
Miranda stirred, blinking up at him with dazed gray eyes, her lips parted. Her cheeks and chest were flushed, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath. She looked utterly undone…and utterly beautiful.
Korrath bent and pressed a kiss to her temple, then drew back, forcing his body to stillness. He plucked a folded wrap of soft woven fiber from a nearby vine and draped it over her curves, cocooning her in warmth. She startled a little at the gesture, her eyes going wide, as though she hadn’t expected tenderness, and his chest ached at the thought of how little she must have been given by her human mate.
He still didn’t understand how the humans could leave their mates so easily. The concept of “divorce” made no sense to a Monstrum. They searched their whole lives for the one woman the Goddess had set aside for them. Why would they ever want to leave to try and find another when the Goddess herself had already provided perfection?
“Rest now, lovely one,” he murmured, stroking her tangled hair back from her forehead. “Coming so hard has tired you out, I fear.”
Her lashes fluttered, and he thought he saw something like wonder flicker in her gaze.
“You…I’ve never had a man make me come like that before. That was amazing.”
He stroked her cheek with the back of his knuckles, then straightened.
“But our evening is not finished. You are covered in oils, and I would have you refreshed.” He inclined his head toward a curtained arch at the side of the grove. “It is time for a soak in the bathing pool. The waters will soothe your muscles and wash away the thaliis oil.”
Miranda pushed herself up on one elbow, clutching the blanket around her. “A… bathing pool?”
“Yes.” He extended a hand to her. “Come. You’ll like it.”
He imagined her lush curves submerged in the glowing water, her hair fanned out like silk, her soft body yielding to his hands as he washed her. Heat pulsed through him at the image, but again, he reined himself in. Not yet. Not until she gave him everything willingly.
Still, he knew the pool would bring them one step closer.
“Trust me, Miranda,” he rumbled, his green eyes locking with hers. “Let me show you.”
11
MIRANDA
Miranda felt a little stunned as she let Korrath guide her from the massage grove. Her body was still trembling faintly, her thighs weak. She hadn’t come that hard in…well, maybe ever. And certainly never from someone else’s hands.
Martin had never even tried. Sex with him, especially toward the end, had been something perfunctory—two minutes of grunting and thrusting, a roll to the side, and then his snores filling the room while she lay there aching and unfulfilled. If she wanted a release, she had to wait until he was out cold, then slip into the bathroom with her little pink vibrator and take care of herself. Which could only be done alone in the dark and quietly, so he wouldn’t wake and make some cutting remark about her body.
The memory left a bitter taste in her mouth, but it faded quickly under the lingering hum of what Korrath had done to her. He had known exactly how to touch her, how to stroke her until her body responded helplessly. As if he’d mapped her nerves and knew the secret path to her pleasure.