Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Crap.
Finally, he slowed and then stopped, one hand flat on her butt. “Have I made myself clear?”
Words. What were those words? Clear? What did he mean?
He smacked her again, and she groaned. “Obedience, Nadia. When it comes to safety. Promise.”
“Fine. I promise.” Anything to keep from another slap. She’d figure out what she’d just said later.
“Good.” He lifted her, sliding her thighs along his, skin on skin. Her hair flew until she settled. Gently, he wiped the tears off her face. “I can fight anybody to keep you safe, but I don’t want to fight you, too. Got it?”
Numbly, she nodded.
He slid his fingers in her hair, twisted and kissed her. Hard.
She detonated. Every molecule in her body swelled and popped. Somehow. She closed her eyes, overcome, and kissed him back. He went deep, his taste filling her, his energy pouring down her body to land in her sex. She’d never needed like this. Never ached like this. Every concern she’d had, every caution, was stolen by the wind.
By his kiss. By the hand in her hair, controlling her every movement.
His free hand swept down her bare back, claiming every inch, landing on her abused butt and pulling her against his rigid cock beneath his boxers. She whimpered, trying to get closer to him. Wanting all of him.
It was too late to think. Rationality was gone.
She didn’t care.
He turned, laying her out on the bed, and dropped to his knees. Rough thumbs pressed her thighs apart, and then his shoulders settled in, holding her open. The first lash of his tongue had her crying out. She was wet. Need was too soft of a word for what she was feeling.
She craved him. All of him.
He went at her then, all gentleness gone. She hadn’t realized how much he’d held back before. Not now. Now he took. Anything and everything he wanted, tasting her, tempting her, torturing her. He drove her up fast and she fell over the cliff, crying out as the climax rippled through her.
Then again.
By the third time, she couldn’t see straight. Only after she’d come down, again, whimpering his name, did he relent. He stood and pulled her upright, leaning over to kiss her.
Deep and hard with one hand on her throat.
He paused, leaning back, sparks of silver showing through the blackness of his eyes. “You need to say yes.”
She didn’t ask what about. Fully knew. They should wait. No doubt. This was dangerous. But it was also deeper than the moment, deeper than wolf pack politics, deeper than this life. She knew that, somehow, beyond this world. “Yes.” She had no idea what would come next, but she wanted this bond. Needed it.
His mouth took hers again, the taste full of promise as he scooted her up the bed. Positioning himself at her sex, he slowly moved into her, stretching her, kissing her senseless.
She arched against him, her body awake, the wolf inside her howling. With pleasure. This was really happening.
Finally inside her, he hammered several times, pushing her up again. Then he leaned over her, on both elbows, his chest brushing her mouth.
She didn’t need more. Ancient drums beat in her head, through her body. She levered up, her canines sliding down, and slashed into his pec. Exchanging more than saliva and more than blood. Giving a vow of eternity.
His body stiffened and he cupped the back of her neck, holding her to him. The last of his blood filled her mouth, spicy and dark. It was addicting.
She licked the wound, sealing it.
He released her, grabbed her hips, and pounded inside her again. Deep. All of him.
She rioted around him, clenching, climbing toward another pinnacle. He withdrew and she protested, catching her breath when he flipped her onto her hands and knees. She levered up just in time for him to power inside her again.
The drums got louder.
He grabbed her hips and hammered wildly, filling the room with the sound of flesh on flesh. So much strength. Without warning, he bent over her, and his mouth enclosed her shoulder. Hot and soft, the feeling grounded her. Calmed her. Then he struck. Biting deep, to the bone, he marked her forever.
She jolted and cried out as pain ripped through her entire torso.
Holding on, he increased the force of his thrusts, pounding inside her.
She whimpered and softened, her cheek on the soft comforter, her body not her own. Wires flicked inside her, burning her nerves. She coughed and her eyes widened as she climbed again, this time fighting it. It was too much. Way too much. He pounded so hard her nipples scraped against the comforter, so hard and sensitive it hurt. In a dangerously good way.
She reached the top and fought against falling.
His chuckle was dark, even as her flesh filled his mouth. Somehow, he slapped her ass. Hard.