Rage (Her Monsters Book One) - K.A Knight Page 0,79
me close as his come lashes inside me.
My throat is sore from where I obviously screamed my release, and I collapse into the blood and cum covered sheets, my eyes already shutting in exhaustion, even with a satisfied smile curling my lips.
As soon as I close my eyes, I reach for her. Searching across the distance for her, it doesn’t take long, and when the blackness clears she faces me in a short, almost sheer white dress, her blonde hair dripping in red blood.
She tilts her head to the side as she eyes me, and when I look down I am in nothing but my skin. Her eyes show no sense of hesitance or embarrassment as she takes me all in. I let her, not moving until her eyes meet mine again, filled with a fire that wasn’t there before.
Striding across the distance, she meets me halfway and our lips clash in a desperate kiss. I grab her cheeks and hold her to me as I kiss her. Her hands reach up, twisting in my hair as she moans, my tongue sweeping in and tangling with hers.
Slowing the kiss down, she pulls back before swallowing hard, her lips swollen and pink as she searches my eyes. “Mate?” she asks, and I nod.
She licks her lips as we stare at each other, our bodies not touching but close together. “Are you safe?” I question, needing to know.
“Yes.” She doesn’t elaborate, so I nod.
“I am coming, soon,” I promise and she tilts her head again.
“Where are you?” She drops to the floor, sitting crossed-legged.
I follow her down, leaning back on my hands as I watch her.
“Not too far now. It should only take me two weeks to get to you,” I add and she grins.
“You didn’t answer the question,” she teases and I laugh.
“I guess I didn’t.” Leaning forward, I drop my hands between us. “What are you, neriso?”
She grins and stands, glancing over her shoulder before turning back to me with a twinkle in her eye. “Why don’t you come and find out, dragon?” With that she blows a kiss as her body starts to fade from view until I am left alone in the dream space.
My eyes flash open, as I lie in the middle of the bed on my mountain estate while the sun starts to rise, bleeding through the sky and lighting up the room. The water sparkles as I lie here, and I raise my fingers to my lips, capturing the fleeting warmth of my mate’s kiss.
I take a moment to center myself before I hear the rumbling of a car heading up the mountain. Sighing, I get up and get dressed, ready to meet Jean Paul and head out.
I wait and look out of the window, but I don’t move as the car stops outside and the front door opens.
“Sir?” comes a hesitant voice.
“In here,” I call back, sipping my glass of water.
His boots are loud on the floor and I hear him mumble a curse when he almost slips on a body. “Sir?” he squeaks, and when he sees me, I watch his reflection in the window before turning. He isn’t what I was expecting.
He still has the family’s iconic red hair, but other than that he looks nothing like anyone of his line. His red hair is short and styled up on his head. A plain grey, V-neck shirt hugs his barrel chest and stretches across his tattooed arms. Both are covered in sleeves and I smirk at the dragons, fire, and crown drawings, but upon closer inspection they are the original drawings from the Sinclair journals. I remember the day he showed them to me. He’s tall, nowhere near as tall as me, but a good size for a human. He has a fire in him, one I can see from here—a drive, a determination.
He completely ignores the bodies, smart man. He doesn’t cower either, also a good sign.
“I have everything ready for you outside. Clean up and sweep crew are going to be here at eleven AM. Would you like some breakfast before you go?” He holds up two fast food containers and my stomach growls loud enough for him to hear.
He smiles. “I’ll take that as a yes. I shall grab the plates.”
Sitting across from Jean Paul, the pancakes, bacon, and sausage he brought spread out between us, I watch him as he eats. “I am assuming you learned everything from your father?”
He covers his mouth and swallows. “Nope, my mother.