Total pages in book: 179
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 169943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 850(@200wpm)___ 680(@250wpm)___ 566(@300wpm)
“I’m just trying to stay alive,” I tell him in a soft voice. “Everything I’ve done is toward that goal, because I really don’t want to be killed over my father’s poor choices.”
“No one’s going to touch you,” he growls, and then he heaves me onto my back, my legs flying up. “No one except for me.”
I suck in a breath as he rubs me through my pants. How is it that through layers of clothing, he knows exactly where to touch me and make it feel good? Whimpering, I squirm against his touch. “Hawk. Hawk.”
“You want my fingers on your pussy?” He leans in close, continuing to rub me through the fabric even as he hovers over me, my smaller form swallowed up against his. “You want me to make you feel good?”
Nodding, I pull at the waist of my pants, fumbling with the belt until it’s open and he can slide a hand inside. The moment he does, I cry out because it feels so incredible. His fingers are hot and callused against my softer skin and it shouldn’t feel nearly as good as it does. But he pushes two fingers between my labia and rubs, framing my clit and teasing it from both sides. My legs draw up automatically and he pushes his chest against my knee, pushing me deeper into the mattress. The position spreads me wide for him, and the sensations only grow more intense.
“That’s right, wife. I want your pussy to be wet around me all the time. I want you slick and aching the moment I walk into a room, because all you’re going to think about when I’m around are the naughty things I’m going to do to you.” He strokes deeper, pushing into my core and making me gasp with the way he stretches me. “I’m going to make everything so good for you, Aspeth. All you have to do is let me.”
I moan again, clinging to the shoulders of his jerkin. “I’m your wife,” I manage to pant out. “I vowed this to you. To be yours.”
“You are mine, aren’t you?” His words are a sultry whisper in my ear, his muzzle brushing against my skin even as his fingers pump deep inside me. I’m so wet I can hear squelching noises coming from my body with every thrust of his hand, but there’s no energy in me to be embarrassed. Everything I am is focused on him touching me, on the pleasure of him making me come. “My pretty, sweet human wife. I shouldn’t be nearly as possessive of you as I am, but I can’t stop thinking about you, Aspeth. Can’t stop thinking about how it’s going to feel when I sink my knot into you. When I make you mine.”
He drives into me with each word, leaving me whimpering.
“It’s the bull god’s hand on me,” he whispers in my ear, his teeth grazing my skin. “The god’s hand on my shoulder, telling me that you should be at my side, or under me. That’s where I need to keep my wife. To fill her belly with my seed and have her give me many sons. To knot her and then play with her clit for hours while you squirm on my cock, trapped against me—”
Stars burst behind my eyes and I cry out, the climax hitting me like an avalanche. My legs curl up and he grunts with satisfaction, stroking his thumb against my clit even as his fingers work inside my body. He wrings the pleasure out for as long as possible, continuing to stroke and pet me until I’m shuddering and spent. I whimper when he pulls his fingers free of my body, again making a terribly wet noise, and watch as he licks them clean of my taste.
“So fucking good, Aspeth. I could plant my muzzle there between your legs for days and not come up.” He looks down at me with such possessive lust that I swear I see a hint of red ringing his pupils.
It’s that hint of red that alarms me, and I press the back of a hand to my brow. “I need a moment.”
“Of course you do.” He leans down and gently covers the tip of my nose with his mouth, so big that he nearly swallows the entire thing whole.
“What was that?” I ask, curious.
“A kiss.” His voice sounds gruff, as if he feels a bit foolish at having to explain himself. “I want to be a good husband to you, even if this is just convenience. Even if we annul things after the Conquest Moon sails through. Until then, I want to be good to you.”
I should leave it at that. I should acknowledge that it’s sweet of him to say that…but…“Because now you know I’m a holder’s daughter?”