Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)
She’s always there in my mind. Even when I’m thinking of something else, it’s through a new lens. A lens that revolves around my mate. Calista permeates everything now.
I can hear her behind that door, tossing and turning.
Every night she asks me to sleep in her bed with her, but I always refuse. I know where that will lead. I’d be too weak to deny her.
I turn my head when I hear light footsteps approaching. The door creaks open and there she is, standing over me in her sleepwear—short silk shorts and a matching silk tank top. All that skin makes my wolf growl and pace around hungrily. My cock gets long and hard as my eyes glide up those sexy legs.
It hurts how much I want her.
Her blonde hair is out of that braid and loose on her shoulders. It’s wavy and messy and does something to me that I can’t quite explain.
The sexy sight is bad enough, but that smell—Gods, I can smell her arousal. It’s like fire in my lungs. It’s permeating off her like a heady perfume I can’t get enough of.
“I hate that you’re so close, but so far,” she says, leaning on the doorway.
When she moves, her shirt billows out and I catch a glimpse under it. I see the bottom of her round breasts for half a second and I close my eyes with a groan. My cock is throbbing.
Even though my eyes are squeezed shut, I can still see that gorgeous tempting image behind my eyelids. Gods what I would give to feel those breasts. To have them dangling over my face. To swallow them in my hands. To taste them with my ravenous mouth.
I don’t think I can last…
“What are the rules again?” she asks, licking her lips as she eyes my hard on.
I cover my eyes with my arm, unable to handle the extreme temptation. “We went over this, Calista. We can’t touch each other like that before the mating ceremony.”
“Touch each other skin on skin?” she asks. “What about clothes on clothes?”
I peel my arm away and look up at her.
She moves over me, straddling my body. The heavy scent of her lust engulfs me and my resolve weakens. My hands shake. How can I deny her when she’s so hot and ready for me?
“Do your fussy, intrusive, bossy gods say anything about clothes on clothes?”
I think back to the passages in our holy book, trying to remember every detail. I was forced to study them for hours when I was a pup, but I don’t recall anything about clothes.
“The scriptures are vague on clothes,” I tell her with a groan.
She lowers her ass, her wet pussy hovering inches above my rock hard cock. “Sounds like a loophole,” she says with a sexy moan that has my hands aching. “There are always technicalities in scriptures that can be exploited.”
“I don’t think the gods are too fond of loopholes,” I say, willing her to put that pussy on me. My cock is throbbing. She’s so close…
“If clothes on clothes wasn’t acceptable,” she says, easing down another inch. “The gods would have mentioned it, right?”
She’s suddenly making a lot of sense.
My resolve cracks a little more when I see her hovering over me. That long hair, those lustful eyes, those plump lips, those breasts bouncing free under that silk tank top. I can see the outline of her hard nipples teasing my watering mouth.
“Gods,” I whisper as I cover my eyes with my arm again. I can’t bear to look at her. I’m too weak.
“So clothes on clothes is fine then, right?”
Yes!, my wolf roars.
My aching cock adds to the chorus.
My heart is pounding. My willpower breaks. We won’t technically be touching, so it should be fine…
“Yes,” I groan. “The gods don’t say anything about that.”
That’s all she needs. She drops her wet warm pussy on my hard shaft and starts rocking her hips back and forth, getting herself off on my cock.
My hands squeeze into fists. I grit my teeth and hold back a moan as I focus on the incredible sensation of her pussy grinding against me. Her sweet, syrupy wetness seeps through my pants and coats my shaft. It feels so good. Her moans and whimpers are everything. I can’t wait to be unleashed on this girl. I can’t wait to tear these clothes off and thrust in deep. I’m going to own her pussy. I’m going to fuck her until the whole kingdom can hear her screams.
“Kieran,” she whispers between moans. “Fuck, Kieran, it feels so good.”
She moves her hips faster, grinding against me at a furious pace. I’m coated in her cream. It’s a wet mess and I fucking love it.
“I’m going to cum,” she whispers, leaning over me as she rocks her hips. She grabs a fistful of my hair as her tits drop onto my face. I lick her hard nipple through her shirt and she cries out, cumming hard.