Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
For the first time in her entire life, the wolf and Emily merged into one. Thought faded, leaving only sensation. She accepted Jackson’s kiss as if she had a choice, then kissed him back just as fiercely, her nails scraping down the hard planes of his chest. Bruises and nearly healed cuts marred his skin, evidence of recent battles.
“Why are you wounded?” she asked, her breath ragged.
“Killed a bunch of wolves,” he muttered against her mouth, his voice rough as he pressed her back onto the table. The cool stone chilled her skin, and the ancient metals whispered beneath her.
He stripped off her boots and pants with swift efficiency.
“Ravencall?” she guessed.
“Yeah. Don’t say that word again when I have you naked.”
“I’m not naked.”
He paused, gaze dropping to her feet.
“No socks this time,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. She was totally on board for sex. For mating? She couldn’t do that to him.
His grin was wicked, slow, and deliberate as he bent down. Sliding both socks off with deliberate care, he palmed her feet, his thumbs brushing the arches.
“You don’t have a foot thing, do you?” she asked, her breath hitching.
“No,” he murmured. “I have a my-mate-almost-froze-to-death thing. Your feet aren’t too chilly.”
Without warning, he leaned in and bit the arch of one. Heat shot up her leg, fast and sharp, arrowing straight to her core. Her gasp echoed in the space between them, and his smile only deepened as he moved upward.
“You’ll be warm enough in a minute,” he promised, gripping her thighs and yanking her toward him. She yelped, sliding across the cool metal and stone of the table. His mouth found her ankle, licking and nipping his way up the inside of her leg, leaving heat in his wake.
“I’m not sure we should do this on a piece of art,” she managed, her breath hitching.
“Oh, this is exactly where we should,” he murmured, right before his lips closed over her clit.
The orgasm hit so fast it stole her breath, her body arching as pleasure crashed through her. Every thought of holiness and centuries-old tables vanished as she shattered against him. Beneath her, the table seemed to hum with heat, or maybe that was just Jackson. She couldn’t tell.
He moved to her other thigh, his teeth grazing her skin, leaving marks that burned with sensation. His palms slid up the backs of her calves, thumbs pressing just enough to make her shiver.
Then his mouth enclosed her clit again before moving lower. This time, he lingered, teasing her, bringing her to the edge, only to pull back. She squirmed, arching toward him, but he held her firmly in place. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling as if she could guide him back to where she needed him the most.
“Jackson,” she moaned, her voice rough with need. His answer was a sharp nip to her clit and the sudden thrust of two fingers inside her. Her gasp echoed in the room as sensation shot through her, sharp and deep. She arched off the surface, crying out his name as wave after wave of pure ecstasy tore through her, sharp and unrelenting. “Oh, God, this might kill me,” she whimpered, breathless and trembling. She came down somehow, impossibly wanting more.
He stood, muscled and fierce, his hands flattening against her abdomen before sliding upward, fingers curling around her rib cage as he caressed her heated skin. His touch lingered, deliberate, until his palms cupped her breasts. He hummed low, a rough sound that vibrated against her bones. Leaning down, his hair brushed her first, soft and fleeting, before his whiskers grazed her skin with a commanding burn. Then his mouth closed over her nipple, hot and demanding.
He licked, kissed, and nipped, his teeth tugging just enough to send sharp bursts of pleasure through her. The contrast of roughness and control unraveled her, her hips shifting against nothing as need clawed through her veins. He chuckled against her breast, the sound dark and wicked.
Sliding his hand between her thighs, he pressed two fingers inside her again, curling them just enough to stroke that spot that made her entire body tighten. His thumb found her clit and rubbed with slow, devastating pressure. Her breath hitched, then broke as the orgasm seized her, intense and all-consuming. She gasped, arching against him, every nerve sparking with sensation until she collapsed against the table, completely wrung out.
Before she could catch her breath, his mouth found hers. The kiss was hard, raw, and possessive, stealing what little air she had left. He pinned her beneath him, chest to chest, skin to skin, his heat sinking deep into her bones. Power radiated off him in waves, thick and unyielding. His eyes went beyond mere blue, shifting into something primal, a color without a name. Sharp, focused, and predatory. His gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a shiver straight down her spine. He leaned in, their breaths mingling as he kissed her. Deep, demanding, and dangerous.