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)
“Er, thank you,” she said as she reached into his flight leathers. “But, well…won’t it upset your Drake?”
He shook his head.
“I don’t know why it is, but he seems to respond well to being restrained—as long as you’re the one doing the restraining. It’s almost like he wants to be tamed by you. Not that I’d ever let you try it—it would be too damned dangerous.”
“But I didn’t strap you to the chair,” Addie protested.
“No, but you’re in charge now,” Drago pointed out. “You can do anything you want to me and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I don’t know why, but my Drake seems to like that.” He shrugged, as well as he was able with his arms strapped down. “At least, I don’t feel him trying to force his way out like he was last night after I finished healing you.”
Addie’s face got even hotter as she remembered how good it felt to have his hot mouth on her pussy and his tongue caressing her clit.
“It’s a good thing you healed me, you know?” she said, trying to speak casually. “One of the other girls from the Choosing Ceremony actually died from the spider venom. And all the rest of them looked really sick. You probably saved my life.”
Drago looked pleased.
"Glad I could help, baby. I just wish I didn't have to leave you alone to fight with my Drake afterward." He frowned. "I think I could have kept better control of him if I hadn't been tasting your honey for the first time. There's something about that—about tasting your mate—that really gets a Kindred's motor running, you know? It really riled him up."
“Um, I’ve heard something like that,” Addie murmured. She had several friends who were mated to Kindred warriors and every one of them had mentioned that their husbands loved going down on them.
She was trying to think of something else to say when she finally pulled out his shaft…and completely lost her train of thought.
“Oh my God," she breathed, looking down at her prize. It was longer and thicker than any male member she'd ever seen—even in porn, which she watched occasionally to take the edge off. Only porn with a plot though—she hated scenes that didn't have at least a modicum of dialogue and backstory.
But in all her years of watching, she’d never seen anything like what her Protector had been hiding away in his pants. His cock was huge—long and thick with a broad, plum-shaped head and a thick swelling at its base. There were also short, raised ridges along the top and bottom of the shaft that looked a little like the rungs of a ladder.
“What are these?” Addie asked, running her fingers up and down them.
“Pleasure ridges.” Drago’s deep voice had gone hoarse. “They help stimulate a female’s clit when she’s riding me.”
Addie felt instantly jealous and extremely possessive of the big Kindred.
“And have you had any females riding you lately?” she demanded, glaring at him.
He shook his head.
“Not since I met you, baby. I knew right away you were my Fated Mate—I haven’t wanted anyone else since we met.”
“Well…all right.” Addie nodded, somewhat mollified. But she wasn’t nearly finished exploring his thick, heavy shaft. “How do you fit this inside someone, anyway?” she asked, still stroking him. “I mean, you’re way too thick and long for the average girl to take, I would think.”
“I’d have to taste you first—eat your sweet little pussy again, baby,” he growled softly, meeting her eyes. “There are agents in my saliva that will help you to stretch and take me all the way inside.”
“There are?” Addie looked surprised. “I thought only Beast Kindred had those?” She knew about this because one of her friends was mated to a Beast Kindred named Beorn.
Drago shook his head.
“No, plenty of Kindred have them. My kind of Drake Kindred couldn’t mate with a female unless they could help her open up. We have to—because of our Bonding Knot.”
“Is that what this is?” Addie let her fingertips drift lower to explore the swelling at the base of his shaft.
“Uh-huh.” He nodded and then groaned. “Gods, your sweet little hands are so warm and soft!”
“You like the way I’m stroking you, then?” Without knowing quite what she was doing, Addie climbed into the iron chair with her Protector. Gripping his thick shaft with both hands, she began to stroke up and down at a faster pace.
“Gods, yes I fucking love it!” he groaned. Leaning his head back against the back of the chair, he looked at her with half-lidded eyes. “Makes me wish you could mount me for real, baby. But you can’t—I can’t really breed you.”
“No, of course not,” Addie agreed, but her pussy was throbbing with need and her nipples felt stiff with anticipation. “We have to make it look like you are, though,” she pointed out. “So maybe…maybe I should you know, at least rub against you.”