Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
I like when he calls me Kaj. It seems so sweet and familiar. It is something no one else ever called me. No one ever said my name, much less gave me a sweet, secret name. “I want this.”
I am not certain I want to want it, though. It will only make things harder, but I cannot deny myself this pleasure. My heart, it seems, is as foolish as the pack said I myself am. My heart simply wants. My mind can see the ache coming, but my heart demands what will surely hurt me in the end.
But at least, just once, I can pretend to be loved.
Dante spreads his knees apart and moves me between his legs. I find myself kneeling on the sand beneath him, looking up into his eyes. I hold on to his knees to find some balance.
“Kaja, you know how I put my mouth on your pussy?” Dante’s hands are restlessly stirring up my hair.
I glance down. His cock is thick and almost purple in the dim light. I stare at it, struck by its odd beauty. I have seen male parts before, but Dante’s is lovely and graceful, where the others were blunt and ugly. I tentatively bring my hand up to touch it.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” Dante murmurs. “Touch me.”
I let my fingers trace the line of his cock. It is soft. I expected roughness, but the skin is silky and smooth. My hand plays around the stalk. I can get my hand to close but barely. I put both hands on it, but the head still rises well above my fists. The smooth stalk bulges into a thick, bulbous head. I watch, utterly fascinated, as a drop of white, thick fluid seeps from the head.
He wants me to taste him. He tasted me over and over the night before. Now he wants to share that piece of himself with me. Emotion threatens to choke me. No wolf would ever allow me to do this. They would never offer. They would know I would bite them, but Dante asks me to take his essence deep inside me—into my pussy and my mouth.
I lean forward and breathe in his scent. He smells clean, but there is a divine musky smell that makes me want to huddle close to him. I allow my tongue to come out, and I gently lick the drop seeping from his cock.
He tastes salty. It coats my tongue, and the minute I lap the first drop up, another takes its place.
Dante stares down, his face tight. “Stop playing with me. I want your mouth on my cock. I want you to take it in your mouth.”
It does not look like it will fit into my mouth.
“Kaja,” Dante says, impatience dripping. “It would please me if you would try to take me into your mouth.”
I cannot refuse. I want to please him so badly.
I put my lips on that big cock and open my mouth. Dante’s fingers wind into my hair, and he pulls me forward.
“Follow my lead. I’ll teach you how to suck my cock.” His words have lost their smoothness. He seems to be grinding them out of his mouth now. “Use your tongue to lick me all over.”
It is not easy. He fills my mouth. He keeps pressing in. I fight to breathe for a minute, but then calm and let myself relax. I breathe in through my nose and let Dante sink into my open mouth. I rub my tongue along the underside of his cock. He feels silky, and I can taste his salty arousal dripping into my mouth.
“That’s right. That’s what I want.”
Guided by instinct, I pull back a bit and whirl my tongue around the head. I love the feel of the skin and the small indentation on the backside of his cockhead. The muscles of Dante’s thighs tighten and become hard as rocks. Everything about the man seems hard.
It strikes me suddenly that I am in control. I have this man in the palm of my hand, and he trusts me. The hand in my hair is not there to pull me back. It is there to keep me in place and encourage me.
“Take more, Kaja,” Dante says. It is not a request. It is a harsh demand.
There is a piece of me that deeply responds to his dominance. He earned it. He saved me. He proved himself stronger than I am. In my world, this gives him the right to dominate me. He is the alpha, the First. And I am his mate.
There it is again—the howl that means I claim him. I force it back. It will do nothing but prove I am a barbarian. The more I speak to Meg and watch Dante, the more I realize I will not fit into his world. The buildings are made of materials I cannot conceive of, and they rise into the sky like mountains. I do not belong there.