Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69711 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“You know where it is. Will you be taking another shower?” I raise an eyebrow.
“No. I’ll… er… be right back.” She makes to get out of bed but stops, her arms folded over the blanket covering her ample chest. “Um… Your Evilness?”
I chuckle inwardly at the common folk’s title for me. “You may call me Krav,” I say on impulse, curious to hear my name on her lips.
“Krav,” she murmurs, and a bolt of lust shoots through me. “I’m naked.”
“That you are, sweet one.” Her hair has dried and curtains her slender shoulders. The flush spreads over her chest, above her crossed arms.
“Um.” Her eyes dart around my bedchamber.
“Suddenly shy? Don’t forget I‘ve seen every single inch of your delicious body.”
The pink stain on her face deepens. “Well, yeah, but that’s different. We were… busy.”
“Renee.” I use her name intentionally, lowering my voice in a way she can’t help but respond to. “You are beautiful in every way. Especially naked. I intend to have you in that state as much as possible, so you may as well get used to it.”
She chews her lip and looks down at the blankets still covering her. “Thank you. That’s a lovely thing to say, but I’m still… I mean, I’m no teenager anymore. I have stretch marks, scars, the girls aren’t what they used to—”
“Enough!” I snarl, gratified when her gaze snaps back to meet mine. Her startled green eyes look almost blue in the soft glow cast by the orbs. “Nobody is permitted to disparage anything that belongs to me. Including you. Do not let me hear you speak that way about yourself again.”
There’s a pause while a myriad of expressions flit across her face. Then, “Sorry. It’s a habit, I guess.” Glancing down at her hands, she takes a deep breath. “I think there’s some kind of misunderstanding, though.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Yeah. But… we’ll have to discuss it when I get back. Please excuse me for a moment.”
“Certainly.” I watch as she scrambles out from beneath the covers, admiring the way her ass moves as she hurries in the direction of the bathroom. My handprints have faded from her skin, and I long to mark her again.
But there’s no hurry. She’s mine now, to use however I please. Forever.
Renee
The Demon King—Krav—is so intense. Whenever he fixes me with that mystic topaz gaze, I feel exposed. Vulnerable. Like my soul has been laid bare. And the way he pivots between tenderness and almost callous dominance makes my belly clench.
I’m not usually bothered about being naked—when I’m home alone, anyway—but he devours me with his eyes and makes me feel like he’s peering through my skin. A couple times now, I’ve wondered if he can read my thoughts.
I freaking hope not.
Once I’m done in the bathroom, I scuttle back to the bed, tugging the blanket around myself like a shield. Krav hasn’t moved; his giant, hulking form is still perched on the edge of the mattress.
Now I’m not asleep or coming my brains out, I take a moment to check him out properly. He’s just as imposing as he first seemed when he flew towards me, looming out of the sky like a…
Well. Like a demon.
“You were saying?” His rasping voice breaks into my thoughts. “About a misunderstanding?”
I take a steadying breath, staring down at my hands. “Yeah. So.” I’m trying to find the right words. “You seem to be under the impression I belong to you.” Even saying it aloud sounds ridiculous. “I just wanted to clarify that I don’t. I know the… villagers… people… your subjects back there kinda gave me to you, but you see, I’m not anyone’s possession. I’m a free, independent human being.”
When I’m brave enough to glance at his face, I’m taken aback by how bemused he looks. At least he’s not mad. “You’re an Omega,” he says at length. “My Omega.”
“I don’t even know what that is!” The sense of unreality I’ve had since I first opened my eyes yesterday or whenever it was is beginning to fade, and it’s slowly hitting me that I am on another planet. For real. And I’m talking to an honest-to-god demon monster who has fucked my brains out. Twice.
Krav gives the sigh of a teacher who has to explain something for the millionth time, and shifts to a more comfortable position. “Ulfarri society has three designations,” he begins. “Alpha. Beta. Omega.”
“Like the Greek alphabet.” It helps me to remember things if I use context.
“Do not interrupt,” he says grandly and I only just stop myself from rolling my eyes. “Alphas are the strength of society. The warriors. The protectors. The kings.”
“Like you,” I observe. His answering glare shuts me right back up.
“Betas make up the majority of society. The common folk. The thinkers, artists, manufacturers. And the Omegas are the mothers. The nurturers. The jewels.” Reaching out, he caresses my foot through the blanket, and I shiver with renewed longing. Why does his touch make me melt? I shift my leg slightly, determined not to get distracted by desire this time.