Let Me Read You In — The Wraith

Welcome to Let Me Read You In, where you can hear a chapter of my novels before choosing which world you want to enter.

This is The Wraith, it's a strange thing, desire... and we explore how deep it goes in this dark romance, by me, Tierra Cox.

If this chapter catches you, you can find the full book on Amazon or Noir Pages. (starting July 10)

Now, let me read you in.

Transcript

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Welcome to Let Me Read You In, and this is my Vows of Possession series, a dark romance collection of standalone novels connected by the same world. You're about to listen to The Wraith, a story about craving, obsession, and the terrifying intimacy of being wanted by someone who does not understand restraint. Aloy Floquet sees Asani car and desire because something darker than longing. Are you ready? Let me read you in. Could you love a monster, Asani? Could I? Great question. Denise is the one who reads monster romance, not me. I'm more of a historical fiction and contemporary romance type of woman. Trauma aside, I identify heavily with the whole we could have been trope. Still, could I? What would I do if I was in her shoes? What happened to the baby? I ask, and Aloy chuckles, rubbing his nose against mine. So many good questions. But I don't know. Leading me back to the entrance of the garden, he turns me so my back is against his chest. Let's make a deal, Miss Carr. His hands slink down my side, squeezing my hips. Just like the Wraith and the Lord. His hands feel so good on my body. It's been a long time, too long, and I can feel it. Who am I in this story? The Lord? Aloy whispers. I'll be the Wraith. I chuckle. Then what are you proposing? He doesn't miss a beat. You want a space for you and your students. You've been denied by the mayor and the dean, but here, let this be your paradise. Bring them here and cultivate. Create and reclaim a space to show them what you are really made of. This can't be real. What he's saying goes in one ear and out the other, but my mind is still reeling over the impact of them. Aloy runs his palm down my arm, lifting it so that we point together. All of this and ten acres across the river are mine, and I will give them to you. Logic woman at what cost? Free labor. Aloy turns me in his arms, whipping my body against his in a slow waltz. I will provide everything you need. And you and your students will do the work. Pulling myself away from him, I can't help but to laugh. Stop, Aloy. He's serious. At this very moment I know that he means what he says. Are you for real? This is your land, your home, and you'll let me use it? Yes. His hands are behind his back. I have something that doesn't mean too much to me, but to you, it's the world. Allo? We can trade. I will have a space that I can enjoy at minimal cost to me, and you can prove to everyone what you're capable of. The meaning behind your work and the good that sustainability can do when applied correctly by someone with the heart and drive. The moral of the story. Aloy smirks and I still can't believe what's happening here. This is a dream come true. If I can turn this space into something worth entertaining and others see it, they'll let me gain access to so much more. The city trees, the city park still, doubt tickles the back of my mind. Free labor. That's it? Stepping closer to me, the temperature of the night seems to drop. One last thing. My hand spikes up between us as I move to poke his sternum, exclaiming, I knew it. Of course you did. Seizing my hand he kisses my fingertips. The Lord gave the wraith ten winters. I'm asking for ten dates. Ten dates? My eyebrows scrunch together. Then what? You'll fall in love with me. I'm asking for ten dates for you to fall in love with me. Ten tries for me to win you over. For what? I can't wrap my head around a good reason he would even want to. Ugh I really should stop being so down on myself. It's not that I don't think I'm a catch, I am. What I mean is what does he see in me that he finds desirable? Why me? I axed, and that alone has a loy looking at me strangely. Grasping my hand tighter, he wraps his arm around my waist and leans his head down to the area between my neck and shoulder. You saw me. You really looked at me and didn't flinch. Then his mouth is on mine, hot and heavy, his tongue glides over my lips, and I open my mouth taking him in. He tastes like wine and air, a nothingness that has a sweet aroma, and my arms wrap around his neck. Aloy growls and the next thing I know my back is against a brick wall, his hands under my thighs lifting me until I wrap my legs around his waist. His core presses against me, and I'm inwardly groaning at the thickness I feel through his slacks. He's gonna be a tight fit, but damn if I won't make it work. No clue what he meant by me seeing him, but I'll keep looking if he kisses like this. He's sucking on my tongue, with his hands on my waist squeezing, massaging, pulling, and damn do I want more? I need more. Rubbing my body against his trousers, he groans and pulls away from the kiss, gently lowering me to the ground. His hand fists in my locks, pulling my head back while his teeth knit my jaw. Atonde atonde, little Minx I want you begging when I take you. He's breathing hard. I'm not the only one affected by kissing. What if I want now? I asked, snaking my tongue out to him, and Aloy catches it in his mouth, nearly making me cream my panties with the intense flavor of his mouth. His hand finds its way under my dress, two fingers sliding over my mound. He makes sure to tap exactly where my swollen clit is, and I shiver in response. Panc he speaks through clenched teeth. Zetant to hear you whine for me. I can't wait. Pushing my body into his hand, he's quick to move his hand away, bringing them to his nose to sniff his fingers. Fantastique He licks them. Gentonad Now, anyone else would think he just says something about an odor, but my face warms because he says he loves my smell. Aloy, I chide at him, but he laughs and takes my hand, leading me back to his vehicle. Let me get you home. We have work tomorrow, and you need to sleep. He opens the door to the jaguar, holding my hand as I slip inside. Like you don't have to sleep. We could fuck then sleep, I mumble. I heard that. Aloy climbs inside and starts the vehicle backing down the driveway. I know you'll be excited to tell your students about the space, and I'm eager to see you tomorrow. Is tomorrow date number two? I ask. In between my legs is moist and is distracting as hell knowing the man responsible is next to me. No. The headlights illuminate the tangle of trees as we drive down the mountain. Tomorrow is number one. That was your first step inside the Wraith. If Aloy's devotion already feels too close, keep listening. In vows of possession, wanting someone is never harmless. So click the link below. You can find the paperback on Amazon, and starting July 10th, the ebook will be on Noir Pages. Remember, one paragraph is the invitation. The full chapter is the trap.