Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 85203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 426(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
He sucks gently, then licks harder, the flat of his tongue pressing against my swollen button until I’m squirming and gasping, barely able to hold myself up as I grip the wall. Already I’m right on the edge—the fertility tea must be making me more sensitive—faster to come.
“Xaren, I…I’m getting so close!” I pant, my head thrown back, fingers digging into the wall before me until the rough stone scrapes my palms.
He pauses for just a moment, looking up at me with blazing eyes.
“Come for me then, little dove,” he growls, his voice rough as his lips move against my tender flesh. “Let me feel you coming all over my face!”
I couldn’t refuse to obey his order if I wanted to.
As he goes back to licking me hungrily, my orgasm hits me like a lightning strike—hot and wild and everywhere all at once. I press down against his mouth shamelessly, my thighs trembling and my back arching as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me. My cries echo off the cold stone walls of the cell. I ride his mouth like I’ve lost control of my body—like the fire inside me has finally found release.
The pleasure comes in waves and seems to go on and on. When it’s finally over, I collapse, trembling, barely able to breathe. Oh Goddess, that was intense.
Xaren gently shifts me off him, pulling me down beside him again. His golden eye is glowing more brightly now and his skin is warm. The faint scent of flame and leather rises around him like smoke from a rekindled fire.
But even as I lay there, flushed and panting, a terrible truth rises to the surface.
It wasn’t enough. What we did wasn’t nearly enough to satiate my need.
The edge is dulled—yes—but the hunger is still there. The emptiness…the need are still tormenting me. I still feel hollow inside.
And I know, deep in my bones, that I need to be filled.
38
ELAINA
The moment I collapse beside him, panting, my entire body flushed and trembling from the intensity of my climax, I realize again… it’s not enough.
I’m still burning. Still aching. Still empty.
The pleasure Xaren gave me, the way he licked me like he was worshiping every inch of my pussy helped. It took the edge off. But it hasn’t quieted the deep, hollow ache gnawing inside me. It hasn’t put out the fire that's roaring in my blood, ignited by the Queen’s cursed fertility brew.
It wasn’t just a tea. It was a damn aphrodisiac.
And now… now I’m starving. Not for food…not for water.
But for him.
I press a hand to my belly, fingers trembling. The heat throbbing through my core has only grown. My nipples are still painfully hard. I feel slick and swollen and wet all over again—even more than before.
Goddess, it’s like my pussy is begging for him—begging for the long, thick shaft between his legs.
Xaren is lying beside me, his head turned toward me on the flat pillow, his scarred face shadowed in the dim light. But I can see the golden glimmer in his Drake’s eye now—faint but growing. He’s coming back to life.
Because of me—because of what we did, I think. But I can tell his Drake needs more, just like I do.
“Xaren…” My voice is barely more than a breath. I shift closer, curling my body around his, trying to press every inch of my skin to his. He feels warmer now—less like a corpse and more like a man. But he’s still sluggish, still not quite himself.
He opens his arms for me, and I crawl into them, burying my face against his throat.
“Still hot, little dove?” he murmurs hoarsely, one big hand stroking my bare back.
“So hot,” I whisper. “And empty. Goddess, I feel so empty…”
His fingers still. I can feel the tension coiling in his body, even through the slow return of his heat.
“Elaina,” he rasps. “You need to fight it.”
“I can’t.” I pull back just enough to look into his eyes. “Please… I need you. I need you to fill me.”
He groans low in his chest.
“You don’t know what you’re saying. That tea—it can make you mindless. I could hurt you.”
“You won’t.” I straddle him before he can protest, feeling the hard length of him already rubbing between my thighs. “I’ll be able to keep control as long as you help me.”
“Elaina—”
“No.” I press a finger to his lips. “Look, Xaren, I’m not the only one that needs this. You can feel it for yourself—your Drake stirs when I touch you. Let me bring him back. Let me bring you back.”
I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock. Goddess, he’s already more than halfway hard—heavy and thick, the silken scales that cover him burning hot in my palm. I stroke him slowly…deliberately, and his breath hitches.
“Elaina…little dove…” His voice is strained, like he’s fighting some internal war. “Don’t—don’t tempt me if you’re not ready.”