Vicious Bonds (The Tether #1) Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Tether Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 132582 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 663(@200wpm)___ 530(@250wpm)___ 442(@300wpm)
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Fine.

There’s silence for a moment. Then: Everything all right?

Yep. Everything’s fine.

Doesn’t sound like it. Have you gone to see Beatrix yet?

No. We’re staying until tomorrow. Beatrix is hunting or something.

Quiet again. I sense some anger. Why are you upset?

I’m not upset.

You can’t lie when I can feel it, Willow. What’s going on? Has someone hurt you?

“No!” I say out loud, then I sigh, sitting up against the upholstered headboard.

Well, if no one’s hurt you, what’s the matter? You’re stewing about something.

I close my eyes a moment, then sigh.

I found out…about you and Alora.

Silence again, only this time it’s deafening.

That was a long time ago, Willow.

I know.

So why be angry about it?

I’m not angry.

Jealous, then.

I’m not jealous, I counter, rolling my eyes, and I can’t believe it, but he chuckles.

You are.

You know what? Just leave me alone please. I’m not jealous. It just caught me off guard, that’s all.

Another laugh. Sure, okay.

I sink lower in the plush bed, pulling the quilt over my face.

You have nothing to worry about. It was just a stupid, drunk night for both of us. Nothing even happened.

I don’t respond. I don’t want to, and I’m not quite sure I believe him.

What can I do to prove it to you? he asks.

“There’s nothing you can do. Whatever you had with her happened, and it is what it is,” I say out loud, as if that will solidify it. “I’m over it.”

Are you? Because it sure doesn’t sound or feel like it.

“Well, I am.” I fold my arms. Goodness, what the hell is wrong with me? Acting like a spoiled brat. What is this man doing to me?

I’m at an inn, in Luxor. Killian and I will be leaving in the morning on a fast train to Vanora.

Great.

He lets out a loud sigh that washes through me.

What are you wearing?

“What?”

I didn’t stutter.

I frown, lowering my eyes to my tank top. Beneath the quilt, I’m only in my panties.

Ah. So, you’re half naked then? I hope you’re alone.

Shut up. I fight a smile.

I plan on taking a shower.

Good for you, I think sarcastically. He gives pause.

I can’t stop thinking about you, Willow.

His words make my heart hammer in my chest. I feel myself lowering my guard, anticipating his next words.

Will you do me a favor?

What? I wonder, as if bored.

Slide your fingers into your panties and play with yourself.

Are you serious right now?

I’m dead serious.

I fidget in the bed, then shake my head. No. Why should I?

I want to try something.

Well, whatever it is, I’m not doing it.

Caz is quiet again, and I think he’s not going to say much else. But then I feel a sensation down below, and I squeeze my thighs together, gasping.

“What the hell are you doing?” I whisper.

You felt that, eh? Didn’t think it would work.

“Caz, what was that? What are you doing?”

I’m in the shower.

Okay…

And my dick is in my hand.

I squeeze my thighs together again, trying to fight the throb that rocks through me.

“How are you doing that?” I breathe.

He ignores me. Put your fingers in your panties. It’s a demand. No longer an option.

I sink my teeth into my bottom lip when I feel the throbbing again. I can’t help following his lead, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, sighing as I graze the tips over my pelvis. When my middle finger presses down on my clit, I gasp and throw my head back.

Oh yeah. I feel you now. Play with your pussy for me. I want to hear you come around your fingers.

“This is crazy,” I breathe.

Do you feel me? he rasps and, insanely enough, I do. I’m stroking my dick in the shower while I think about you, Willow. He releases a gruff groan that sets me ablaze. You’re all I can ever think about these days.

It feels like you’re inside me.

I’m wishing that I were, he rasps. And imagining that I am.

How is this happening?

I don’t know, but don’t you stop.

I don’t. I continue circling my clit with my finger, and as I do, I swear I feel Caz pushing his way inside me. The girth of his dick filling me up inch by savory inch, just like the real thing. A guttural groan echoes in my head, and I hiss through my teeth as I feel him going faster.

Is this my pussy?

“Yes,” I breathe.

Are you my mate?

“Yes,” I breathe again.

You’re the only woman I’ll ever enjoy feeling. The only one who can make me weak like this. There is no comparison.

I don’t need to use my fingers anymore. I feel him, as if he’s right here in the bedroom with me, thrusting inside me, groaning in my ear. My back curves, my breathing becomes wilder, and before I know it, I’m coming. I’m coming so hard the stars on the ceiling blur.

Ah, shit, Willow, he groans. I’m going to cum. Fuck, I wish I were coming in your pussy instead of my hand right now.



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