Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66405 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
By now Addie’s heart was pounding and she could feel herself getting hot and wet. God, she’d dreamed of having him do this, though she’d never thought it could actually happen.
“I…I want you to,” she panted. “It’s just…I’m, uh, getting kind of, you know, wet down there.”
“I know.” His eyes flashed again. “Can’t wait to taste your juices, baby. Going to spread you wide and lick you nice and deep until you’re all healed. All right?”
“All…all right.” Addie could scarcely believe it. She’d been with several guys before who didn’t want to go down on her because she got “too wet.” But Drago seemed to feel the exact opposite.
“Good girl,” he murmured again. “Now just relax and let me heal you.”
Then he parted her pussy lips with his thumbs and leaned forward again to lick her some more.
Addie gasped and bucked her hips as she felt his hot, wet tongue slide slowly over her aching clit. Oh God, that felt amazing! He was doing it just right—licking her exactly where she needed to be licked. Her clit felt swollen with need and she couldn’t stop her back from arching with pleasure.
“Oh…oh, Drago!” she heard herself moaning his name. And then, somehow her fingers found their way into his thick, dark hair and she was tugging at him, pulling him even closer as he licked her.
Drago seemed to like what she was doing because a low, approving growl rose in his throat and he began licking her faster…and deeper. Addie felt his tongue slip lower to invade her entrance for a moment before he went back to circling her aching clit with his tongue.
“Drago!” she cried, calling his name like a prayer. “Oh God, please don’t stop! Don’t stop healing me—that feels so good!”
He growled again and slipped his long, muscular arms around her thighs. Spreading her even wider, he began lapping steadily. Addie thought again that it was almost like he was hungry for her and couldn’t get enough.
She couldn’t get enough either. She tugged hard at his hair until she realized what she was doing and made herself stop.
Drago looked up, his eyes glowing brightly and his mouth shiny with her juices.
“Why did you stop?” he growled.
“What?” Addie panted. “You mean…you mean pulling your hair? I was afraid I was hurting you.”
“You were and I fucking loved it,” he swore. “Go on, baby—hurt me. Pull my hair. It helps keep my Drake in check.”
“It does?” Addie reached down to slide her fingers into his thick hair again.
“Yes.” He nodded. “Don’t be afraid—show me how you feel.”
“I feel like I’m going to come if you keep it up,” Addie confessed. “I can’t help it.”
He shook his head.
“Don’t want you to help it. I want to make you come almost as much as I want to heal you. So go on, baby—come for me. Come while I eat your sweet little pussy and taste your juices. Come while I fuck you with my tongue.”
His dirty talk made her even hotter. Addie moaned and tugged his hair again.
“Then get back to it!” she heard herself demanding bossily. “Lick me, Drago—make me come!”
His eyes went hot and a low, rumbling growl of pure lust came from his throat.
“Goddess, I fucking love it when you’re demanding, baby!”
Then he ducked his head again and began licking her once more, sliding his hot, talented tongue through her inner folds and over her aching clit until Addie moaned with pleasure.
It didn’t take long after that for her orgasm to find her. She could feel the tidal wave rushing over her and she tightened her grip in the big Kindred’s hair, bucking her hips wildly—or she would have if he hadn’t had his arms wrapped around her thighs. As it was, she could barely wiggle an inch or two in any direction. Drago was so strong he held her down effortlessly while he feasted on her pussy, making Addie moan with the intense sensations rolling through her body.
"Drago!" she cried and felt like every muscle in her body was going tense as the pleasure coursed through her like a river of fire. "Drago, yes—yes!”
Her only answer was a low growl and more licking. It wasn't until she grew over-sensitive and started jerking away from his seeking tongue that the big Kindred finally looked up again.
Addie gave a gasp when she saw him—his eyes were no longer golden and the whites had completely disappeared. Instead of his usual cat eyes, both his eye sockets were filled with flames, flickering and dancing with the pupils no more than black slits.
Dragon’s eyes! she thought and knew it was true. This wasn’t Drago she was seeing—it was his Drake. The creature he claimed was too chaotic and destructive—the reason he couldn’t Claim her.
"D-Drago?" she asked in a shaky voice, her pleasure turning abruptly to fear. "Are…are you all right?"