Taken by the Lord of the Nocturne Court (Dark Companions #1) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Dark Companions Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156210 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 781(@200wpm)___ 625(@250wpm)___ 521(@300wpm)
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I grin and look down, at the eels swirling over my torso, all the way to the heart-shaped valley between his buttocks.

I push in.

I grunt as bliss spreads through my body. He’s so tight for me. Snug, hot, eager. He whimpers when I pull him even closer, gripping his thighs. I lean over him as his fingers slide up my chest. He’s as greedy for me as I am for him. I can see that in his lowered eyelids and smell it on him.

“Is that how you like it?” I tease, lowering my lips to his. I stop half an inch away, so he has to reach for me.

“Fuck yes,” Luke murmurs and closes the distance between us.

As I fall forward, burying my elbows in the plush upholstery, the swing moves with us, and I sink deeper, until my cock is fully inside him. Joy burns in my chest as I watch his eyes turn forest-green, almost luminous where they reflect the moonlight.

I kiss him again, not yet moving, but the pressure in my balls tells me I’m not going to last long. This is too good. Too perfect for me to keep myself from filling him up soon.

“My precious human.”

Luke is so quick to grab me, wrap his arms around me. Without words, there's no room for complication. It's just him and me, and he wants to connect, wants me inside him.

“My prince,” he whispers against my shoulder as if he doesn’t actually want me to hear it.

But it’s hard to focus on speaking when his body squeezes my cock in such a lustful way and his stiff dick rubs against my stomach. He awakens the beast in me. Whether it’s to protect him, or to ravish him doesn’t matter right now. My thinking is animalistic either way.

I brace myself over him, my hands planted on his arms as I thrust in, rocking the swing with the power of my need. A few drops of my sweat drip onto him as I shiver, rolling my hips when the pressure is almost too much. Each stroke of his palms over my chest and stomach is like a lick of fire, but I want to step closer to the flames and watch him as each jab with my cock moves him in the air.

I love to see him trembling and out-of-control, but I’m beyond desperate for release as well. My balls feel so tight, and I want to cream his hole as soon as possible. My movements are jerky, my breathing raspy, but he’s still the first to grunt in pleasure.

His cum jets out of his cock and between us, some splashing my stomach, some landing on his heaving chest. Luke arches his head back and a few droplets even land on his throat. As he fights for air, the bat tattooed there seems to flap its wings, as if it was trying to fly into my arms.

The sight of him, combined with the heat of the orangery, the intoxicating scent of roses, and the delicious way his ass tightens around me, push me over the edge, and I stand tall, watching his sprawled form take my dick a few final times.

My knees go weak when I finally come, but I squeeze the chains and stare down at him as I empty my balls.

“Can you feel it? All warm inside you.”

His face is flushed, eyes dazed, but he still stares back at me from under a strand of hair stuck to his cheek. “So hot…” he whispers. “Still throbbing inside me…”

I let him experience that for a few more seconds, but eventually, my cock slides out of his pliant body. I rest my knee on the edge of the swing, then climb in alongside him. The structure creaks, swings farther away, but manages to hold our combined weight as I kiss his sweet neck, and then nuzzle the adorable round ear.

“You’re my treasure.”

Luke laughs and holds on to me as he looks up at the hook holding the swing. When he’s sure we’re not about to crash, he settles into my embrace and even entwines our legs.

I must have fucked all the nerves out of him, because he’s so relaxed against me now. I can just see us like this years from now, on a restful summer’s day.

“Nah, this is the treasure,” he grins and runs his fingers over my chest, enjoying every ridge of hard muscle.

“Both can be true.” I smirk. The swinging keeps bringing us close to the rose bushes, but it will only last so long, so I reach toward one of the flowers, swallow down the discomfort caused by its thorns, and break it off.

Luke blinks as I smell the flower before tapping it against his cheekbone. “As beautiful as you.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “Cheesefest.” Whatever that means, he still runs his fingers over the petals, and I can’t wait for one of these midnight roses to seal our bond at our wedding. “These are actually beautiful too, with their creepy faces, teeth, and wisps of shadow in their tails,” he says and traces one of the shadowy eels making its way over my pec.


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