Bridget’s Bane – Icehome Read Online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
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I do like the jealousy, though. "Did you like kissing Penny and Tia?"

He scoffs as if I've said something dumb. Doesn't let go of me, either. Just keeps holding me against him, even though I'm in no danger of tripping anymore.

"Then why did you agree to play?" I ask softly. My heart is racing in my chest, and I know the answer—I just know it—but I want to hear him say it. I want to revel in the words being said aloud.

A'tam doesn't take the bait, though. He just gazes down at me, that intense, possessive look on his face. "You know why I played."

"Because you wanted to kiss me?" I'm tired of flirting around the edges of what we want. Time to get it all out in the open. I slide my hand up his chest and to the back of his neck. "Or is there someone else that played that you have your sights on?"

His gaze dips to my mouth. "You know I want to mate my mouth with yours."

"Then why haven't you?" I tilt my head, regarding him.

For the first time, he looks flustered. His tail swishes wildly in a wide, frantic motion. "Because…I do not know how it is done."

How sweet. I put my other hand on his cheek, rubbing my knuckles along his beard. To my surprise, it's utterly soft, not bristly and hard like a human man's would be. I know I'm being all bold and grabby, but A'tam doesn't look displeased with my handsiness. If anything, he looks thrilled. "If you want kissing practice, all you had to do is ask."

He groans and pulls me closer against him. For a moment, his tail flicks against my leg, as if he wants to grab onto me with it. Just as quickly, it flicks away again. "I want to mate mouths with you."

"Kissing," I murmur. "It's called kissing." I touch him under his chin, trying to get him to lean forward, but he's too tall for me. The height disparity is far too much between us. "And I should probably stand on a rock so our faces can be level—"

Before I finish the statement, he's hauling me a foot off the ground and thumping me onto the nearest rock. My boots slip atop the icy surface, and I anchor my hands on his shoulders again, eyes wide.

Okay, he's a man of action. I can get behind that.

"Better?" he asks, and the look on his face is a mixture of anticipation and lust. "Can we mouth mate now?"

"I don't see why not." I tilt my head back. "Do you want to know all the ins and outs first or—"

Again, before I can complete what I'm saying, A'tam is into action. His mouth is on mine, hot and fierce and urgent. I make a noise of surprise, my hands tightening on his shoulders. He's not wearing a fur cloak despite the chill, and my fingers press into firm, warm skin that feels like velvet. His mouth feels incredible, too. His lips are full and soft, even if he's sliding them over mine without much skill.

All men kiss differently, though, and it's just adjusting to how he touches. I adjust under his mouth, pulling away and then pressing my lips to his in light, flirty touches. He pauses in his movements, gazing at me with dazed wonder as I nibble carefully on his lower lip, then sweep my tongue over the places that I've lightly bitten. I nip at his full mouth, taking my sweet time, as if nothing matters other than a slow, thorough exploration of A'tam's succulent mouth. It turns me on, too. I love the slight rasping of his breath, love that it hitches when I nip on his lip, love the taste of him. His tail flits against my leg again, and his hands move restlessly on my torso.

"Kissing is a two-way street," I murmur as I lift my head. "You can kiss me, too."

A'tam's smile flashes and then he cups my face in both his hands and kisses me with unbridled enthusiasm. It's a little more skilled than the first round, though, and I enjoy it. By the time he lifts his head, I'm ready to take things to the next level. When he pulls away, I lean forward and lick at his mouth.

He stares at me, dumbfounded. "You licked me, B'shit."

"Bridget," I correct, pushing down the flash of annoyance I feel at the name. "And kissing involves tongues, too. Want me to show you?" When he groans, I decide to take that as a yes and continue the education. I kiss him lightly again and brush my tongue against the part of his lips. It takes two attempts before he gets the hint, and then he parts his lips even wider, letting me inside. I tease my tongue into his mouth, flicking lightly and exploring him. His fangs scrape against my tongue, but it only adds to the sexy thrill of things…as does the realization that his tongue has all kinds of ridges on it, just like his cock does.



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