Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58321 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“You’re holding back.” Her voice has gone strange and breathy, but that doesn’t change the fact that my spine snaps straight at the criticism. I move her back just enough that I can see her face. Her brows are drawn together in consternation. “Have you changed your mind?”
I might laugh if I had the breath for it. Change my mind? It’s everything I can do to hold perfectly still and only move my mouth and tongue. To go slow instead of devouring her the way I’m craving. To not haul her to my bed and see if her pussy takes my cock as sweetly as it takes my tongue. Reckless. I am so fucking reckless. “No,” I manage. “I haven’t changed my mind.”
She’s still watching me as if she doesn’t quite believe me. “Maybe we should—”
“If you remember, I’m the one who brought you here for this purpose. I have not changed my mind, Grace.” Need makes me too harsh, though that’s a pathetic excuse for what I say next. “I’m easily twice your size, with claws, wings, and fangs. I could kill you half a dozen ways in seconds. Forgive the fuck out of me if I’m trying to ensure you stay safe and whole through this process.” Why the fuck did I say that? I’m acting the part of exactly the monster she thinks I am. No good man reminds the people around him of all the ways he can hurt them, even if it’s the truth. But then, I’m not a good man, am I? I forced her into the corner, and now I’m being a dick about it.
Grace doesn’t demand I release her. She doesn’t tell me to fuck off. She doesn’t do anything but stare at me with that same strange look on her face that I keep seeing over and over. As if I’m a puzzle box she hasn’t quite solved.
“You won’t hurt me.” She says it so confidently, I almost believe her.
I can’t afford to. Explaining means admitting something that I would rather not, but I need her to understand the severity of the situation we find ourselves in. “I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you. But it’s been . . . quite some time for me. I might be able to afford to lose control with one of the people in this realm, but humans are significantly more fragile.”
She smiles slowly, and my cock jerks in response. “You’re making it very hard to hate you right now.”
“Do you have to hate me?”
“Yes.” She looks around and seems to focus on something behind me. “If you’re that concerned with hurting me, I can just bind you until I’m done having my filthy way with you. How does that sound?”
It sounds like a terrible fucking idea. She’s already proven she’s not trustworthy, and making myself helpless in any true way is a mistake. She’s just as likely to tie me up and then take off again. But, fool that I am, I find myself saying, “It sounds good.”
I expect her to guide us into the bedroom. I really should’ve known better. I end up sitting on the cool tile of the bathroom as she uses a piece of ripped-up sheet to tie my hands at the small of my back. She’s clever about it too. She ensures that I have my wings trapped by my arms before she binds my wrists. It’s a strange kind of compromise. I’m helpless in a way, but it will be easy enough to rip free of the bindings if I need to.
Then she pushes me onto my back.
I am a winged creature. There is no more unnatural position than lying on my back with my wings pinned. Every instinct demands that I roll, fight, do something to get free. Instead, I lie there as she sits on my chest. Grace sifts her fingers through my hair almost gently. “You’re strong enough to topple me if you want me to stop, but if you prefer a different method of tapping out, I’m all ears.”
Tapping out. The very idea is laughable. Her pussy is so close, and I can still taste her on my tongue. I would happily drown in her. “That’s not necessary.”
“And yet here I am, telling you that if you want to stop, all you need to do is sit up.” She frowns at me. “Can you sit up with me right here?”
Instead of responding with words, I surge up and topple her into my lap. Far from being irritated by it, she gives another evil laugh, and then her hands are back in my hair. Grace kisses me as if she wants to take the very air from my lungs. Then she shoves me back down. “Good boy. You can also tap your foot on the ground. If you do that, we’ll stop.”