Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 107209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 536(@200wpm)___ 429(@250wpm)___ 357(@300wpm)
She cried out from the delicious invasion. Streaks moved across her vision. “No,” she gasped, so close to orgasm she held her breath.
“Hmm. Unfortunate.” His fingers twisted and he pressed his thumb against her clit, shooting her instantly into an orgasm that had her eyelids shutting and her body gyrating against him.
She whimpered as she came down, shocked. He’d taken her right over the edge with just his hand. Quickly. She blinked. So, defying him led to spectacular orgasms. Good to know.
“Wrong conclusion,” he drawled.
She stilled. Had she said that out loud?
Still keeping his hand in place, he flipped her around. His other hand, strong and wide, flattened against her upper back and pushed her down.
She went easily, turning her head on the cool oak surface, desire ripping through her. He kicked her legs farther apart with one booted foot and she tried to lift up and protest.
He kept her in place.
Live wires uncoiled inside her, sending more wetness to coat his fingers.
He chuckled, brushing her clit again. “I’ve asked very nicely, Lyrica. Give me what I want.”
She shut her eyes as more waves of pleasure rippled along her every nerve ending. “No.”
The hand on her back slid up to clasp her neck, while he removed his fingers.
She bit her lip to refrain from moaning. Or begging.
The air whistled, a slap echoed loudly, then pain careened through her bottom.
She jerked, trying to lift herself, but the hand on her nape kept her pinned. “What in the world?” she snapped.
“The hard way,” he said congenially, spanking her again.
Hard.
Her body jolted, and fire spread from her butt to her sex and up her entire torso to her breasts. She couldn’t breathe. Nobody in her entire life had dared to spank her.
He nudged her legs even farther apart and slipped his hand between them, brushing her clit.
She gasped.
“You might like this. We’ll see.” He spanked her again, setting up a hard and oddly rhythmic motion that forced her up on her tiptoes in a worthless attempt to avoid the blows.
The pain spread with electric tingles through her skin, her body taking both pleasure and pain, confusing her.
At her nape, his hold relented. “Stay here.”
“Or what?” she gasped, butt aching, her body empty and needing him. She flattened both hands on the desk to push up. To defy him.
“Or I use my belt.”
She stopped moving.
“Good girl.” Clothing rustled, his head brushed her thigh, then he turned, between her sex and the desk.
“What—” She gasped as his heated tongue scraped across her clit. She relaxed against the desk, no longer wanting to move away.
His hands grasped her butt, strong fingers digging into bruised skin, but before she could protest, his mouth and tongue went at her. Another orgasm rushed through her, and she gasped, her body vibrating. Then another.
She mumbled something against the desk.
Then he moved again, sliding back behind her. She was too spent to argue. The release of a zipper echoed around them, his hands grabbed her hips, and he powered inside her to the hilt.
She stiffened, breathing out as pain and pleasure mixed so there were only feelings. All of them. Then he started to pound, holding her with rough hands, taking this time. Gasping, stiffening, she climbed toward that pinnacle, still unable to move. She felt him everywhere.
The desire to ask for his fangs, to ask nicely, as he put it, had her biting her lip again. She couldn’t think. Only feel. When she crested this time, she cried out his name, her body going lax as he shuddered against her.
Silence fell.
She couldn’t move. She might never move again.
He must’ve fixed his clothing before pulling up her pants and yanking his shirt over her head. Tugging her around, he ducked and tossed her over a shoulder.
“Wait. What are you doing?” she asked groggily. Spent.
“Taking you to bed. You’re not ready to ask nicely to be mated by a Kurjan. However, you are going to promise to behave yourself and stay safe.” He punctuated the last with a firm slap to her abused butt. “I promise, before the night is over, you will give me those words.”
It turned out the Kurjan warrior was right.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Vero walked down the stairs, rolling his shoulders as a morning chill filled the lodge. The atmosphere thickened, proving the Convexus would take place the following night. For now, he’d left Lyrica sleeping peacefully in their room, her dark hair spilling across the pillow. The brand on his hand had calmed, the pulsing heat from the night before fading, leaving his mind clearer than it had been in weeks.
In the main lodge, Jonathan and Lukas had already set up a checkerboard near the fireplace, the faint sound of their banter carrying through the space. Silas leaned against the wall near the coffee station, drinking from a big cup.
Vero stopped, crossing his arms as his gaze pinned them. “She doesn’t leave without you on her six, and I want advance notice if she so much as steps outside. If anything happens to her,” he added, his voice low, “I’ll kill you both.”