Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“I did,” Connor says. “And I showed them Bethany’s diary too. They judged that it was a righteous killing—that means I had the right to take his life for what he’d done to a female in my family. But any time you take a life outside of the right boundaries in the Were world, you have to pay the price. They ordered me to spend three years in prison as punishment…” He raises his hands. “Which is how I wound up locked in a cell with your brother in the first place.”
It all makes sense now. I understand why he killed the man who raped his sister. I don’t blame him a bit for it, either.
“I don’t blame you for what you did,” I tell him. “You must have been so angry and sad after losing your little sister.”
“I was—Bethany and I were really close, especially after our parents passed,” he says in a low voice. “That’s one reason I wrote back to you, I think. I was angry that Kane just didn’t give a shit about his own little sister when I missed mine so much.”
“Oh, Connor…” I wish I could hug him. I reach for him but I can’t help wincing when the towel rubs against my breasts.
Connor sees my expression and seems to know the cause right away.
“I’m sorry, baby—I promised you I’d take care of you and here I am just talking. Here, let me see those.”
He opens my towel and I let him—it feels right to let him take care of me now. My breasts are way too full and still leaking the sticky nectar.
“Let me help you,” Connor says softly. Then he takes one of my nipples in his mouth and starts to suck.
I moan softly and arch my back, offering myself completely. The gentle suction eases the pressure in my breasts but it also sends sparks of pleasure straight to my pussy. It feels so good that I shift my hips, wishing I could touch myself.
Connor seems to somehow know what’s going on in my head because he lets my nipple slip from his lips and gives me a half-lidded look.
“Mmm, baby—are you enjoying yourself?” he rumbles.
“Y-yes,” I admit breathlessly. “I…I really love it when you suck my nipples.”
“Of course you do, baby. That’s normal—especially when you’re on your Heat Cycle,” he murmurs. Then he sucks the other nipple, drawing the sticky nectar out and making me squirm as the pleasure builds between my thighs.
When he finally finishes, my breasts are much more comfortable, but my pussy feels hot and needy all over again.
“Connor!” I exclaim, wiggling my hips. “I feel so…almost like I need to be bred again. But you can’t, can you? I mean not so soon after…” I nod down at myself and my breeding belly.
“No, I can’t breed you, but I can ease your pain, baby.” He slides down the bed. “Spread your thighs for me so I can taste you.”
I bite my lower lip. This still makes me feel a little self-conscious. But I remember how much he enjoyed tasting me before and besides, I’m so hot I can barely think straight!
“All right,” I whisper and spread my thighs for him.
Connor growls hungrily and presses his face between my legs. I feel him rubbing his cheek against my mound of curls and then his tongue is diving in, parting my folds and licking up the juices—or honey, as the Weres call it—eagerly.
“Oh…ohhh!” I moan, winding my fingers through his thick hair. “Oh, Connor—that feels so good!”
My only answer is another low, hungry growl and he redoubles his efforts, sucking my swollen clit into his mouth and teasing it mercilessly with the tip of his tongue until I gasp and pull his hair, bucking my hips up to meet him.
I have to be honest, it doesn’t take long for me to start coming. Connor seems to know my body better than I do—maybe that has something to do with me being his “Fated Mate.” He licks and sucks and teases me until I come for him…and then he does it again and again.
At last, I start pushing him away because I can’t take anymore. Finally he stops and looks up at me. His mouth and chin are shiny with my juices and his eyes are lazy with lust.
“God, baby—you taste so fucking good,” he growls hoarsely and licks his lips. “I just want to keep you in my bed forever!”
I bit my lower lip.
“Do you mean that? Or are you just saying it?”
“Of course I mean it!” Connor is suddenly serious. He comes up to the head of the bed and takes me in his arms. “Sunny, I want to keep you with me always—I want to marry you, if you’ll let me.”
“Marry me?” My eyes fly wide. “But look at all this…” I throw out my arm, indicating his mansion and his vast wealth. “I mean, you could have anyone you wanted. Why me? I’m just a poor waitress. I don’t even have a college education!”