Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
I stripped out of my sweats, abandoning them on the cool marble floor, and stalked toward the tub. I flicked my fingers, and Cassandra scooted up, allowing me to step into the water behind her.
“Fucking hell,” I growled. “Do you have it hot enough?” I hissed as I sank into the lava-water, stretching my legs on either side of her.
Cassandra laughed, leaning back against my chest. “I had no idea a Viking could whine about water temperature.”
“I don’t whine,” I argued, sighing as my body adjusted to the water. “It’s hotter than the sun in here.”
She laughed again, glancing up at me over her shoulder. “It is not, you big baby.”
I captured her chin with my fingers, tilting her head up as I dipped mine down, slanting my mouth over hers in a punishing kiss that made her whimper.
“Keep insulting me,” I warned, my blood hotter than the tub water around us. “See what happens.”
She shifted against me, rocking the globes of her ass over my cock. “I’m not afraid of you,” she said.
I was instantly hard, and she gasped when she rocked back again.
“Big bad hunter,” she continued. “A Viking vampire who survived Nordic times, yet he balks at a little warm water. Maybe all the legends about Vikings aren’t true—”
My fangs punched out, and I bared them at her like a wild animal. I gripped her chin harder. “You insult my heritage,” I snapped, using my other hand to clutch her hip and yank her harder against me. “You will suffer for that sharp tongue.”
“I’m so scared, I’m shaking,” she breathed the words that dripped with sarcasm.
“You should be,” I growled, despite knowing I’d never hurt the gorgeous creature in my arms. I’m not sure the exact moment that had changed, but it had.
I released her chin, gliding my fingers over her warm, supple breasts, rolling a nipple until it was perked and rosy for me. I moved lower, sliding my hand between her thighs. Gods, she was on fire, all slick and searing.
She rocked into my hand, but I jerked her back with my other hand on her hip to keep her in place.
“You’ll come when I say you can,” I said, touching her lightly.
“Talon,” she groaned, trying to move against my fingers, doing her best to get that pressure she needed.
I kept her in place, shifting to stroke my cock through her heat before pulling back, relishing the sound of her agitated moan tumbling from her lips.
“You need to learn to watch your mouth,” I said, keeping up the game. I removed my hand where I teased her needy little clit and smirked widely at her whimper of protest. I gripped the base of my length, sliding my thick head down the seam of her ass, teasing the tight hole.
“Talon,” she said my name with a shot of reverence that had every muscle in my body clenching. Fuck, I wanted to end this torture. Wanted to fuck her senseless in this tub, but this was too much fun.
“Oh,” I teased, continuing with my slow torture. “Do you like that?”
“Yes,” she admitted with hesitance, her head falling back against my chest.
I dipped down, capturing her earlobe between my fangs gentle enough not to break the skin. “Are you imagining what my cock might feel like, filling your ass?”
“Gods, Talon,” she sighed, moving her hips, rubbing herself over me. “Yes.”
I kissed down her neck, dragging my fangs over the delicate skin. “Tell me how badly you want it,” I demanded.
“I need it, Talon,” she said, an ache in her voice. “I need you. Now.”
Pure male pride filled my chest so much I flexed, continuing to swirl the head of my cock around her tight hole. “Tell me how sorry you are for insulting my heritage,” I whispered into her ear, sucking on her lobe.
“Gods,” she sighed. “Talon, please.”
I pulled away from my teasing, shifting her in the water so we barely touched. I was prepared to continue the torture in this game for as long as it took.
“You’re a cruel, vicious hunter,” she whimpered, reaching behind her with both hands in an attempt to grab me.
I secured her wrists in front of her, only needing one hand to do so. “Ah, ah,” I said. “Not until you apologize.”
Her smile was equal parts impressed and exhilarated, and the pleasure in her eyes made me wonder if any vampire had ever handled her properly before. Acid crackled through my veins at the thought of anyone other than me touching her.
“Gods, you’re infuriating,” she groaned.
I released her wrists, shoving my hand between her thighs to stroke her swollen clit. She moaned, arching into my touch as I traced the bundle of nerves with deliberately slow circles.
“I’m what?” I countered, my cock aching to the point of pain. I wanted her on a level that went beyond simple need. It was a primal, carnal necessity.