Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
The idiotic part of her wanted to wave the white flag and surrender. Take me! it cried, like the pathetic quick-bonding female she was.
Not going to happen.
She put her hands on his sculpted chest and pushed.
He moved back, but it was after a moment’s hesitation, as if to show her that her feeble pushes meant absolutely nothing to a man—wolf—as strong as him. His eyes bored into her as if she stood there naked.
He brought the dripping fruit to her lips, offering it for another bite.
After his warning, she ought to have known better, but she sank her teeth into the soft meat of the tomato and closed her eyes with the explosion of taste, made all the more potent by her fascinated observer.
He ran his thumb over her lower lip, corralling tomato seeds into her mouth. “You’re not going to last long around here.”
“What do you mean?” Her voice only quavered a little. She licked the juice from her lower lip, missing being mashed up against his body. Despite the ill-fitting t-shirt and boxer shorts ensemble, she’d never felt so desirable in her life. Cody made every cell in her body spark to life, alert, simmering for his touch.
He gripped her hips, fingers firm against her flesh. “I’m already dying to bury my cock deep and pound until you scream my name.”
Her mouth dropped open. She ought to be shocked by his crudeness, but dirty talk must be her thing because the flames of desire only burned hotter. Her breasts ached, swollen for his touch; her clit throbbed in time with her heartbeat.
“I-I can’t,” she somehow managed to stammer.
What she meant was she could. In a heartbeat. But it would be something her old self would do, and she was trying, very hard, to stop being the loser twin and do something right with her life for a change.
He released her and took a step back. Heat still burned in his gaze but as she watched, he produced an expression of scorn. “Then stay clear, princess, or you might find yourself in a compromising situation.”
3
“I’m going to take a shower,” Cody growled, stalking away from the tempting little human. A cold shower. Christ, what was it about her?
He shut the door to the bathroom with a resounding click and stripped off his work clothes. Ben Stone had seriously fucked up his life with this little alpha-to-alpha favor. He sure hoped it was worth it. With cold water on full blast, he climbed in, letting it pelt his body until the internal heat began to fade. He closed his eyes and rubbed a wet hand over his face, trying to erase the image of the way she’d looked with that tomato dripping down her chin.
That shouldn’t have been so erotic. But there was something unique about this female that made her different from other humans. Maybe that’s why Ben Stone had fallen for her sister. The fact that the powerful leader of the Denver pack—the billionaire CEO of a gaming company, who could certainly have his pick of any she-wolf in the world—had chosen a human said something.
He looked down at his cock, which still flew at half-mast. He’d better take care of it before he went anywhere near that human again, or there’d be trouble.
Fisting it, he leaned one hand against the tile and closed his eyes, allowing Melissa to screech into the forefront of his brain. Images flashed before his eyes—the flash of white thigh when her skirt had ridden up on the motorcycle; the way her arms fit around his waist so perfectly; her scent, intoxicating despite its humanness.
He pumped his aching cock and let the next batch of images flash through his brain. The dampness of her pink lace panties when he’d rubbed her clit, the flash of her pussy after he’d ripped them off. It had been shaved bare—for whom? That asshole of an ex-boyfriend? The thought made him grind his molars, the fingers on the tile wall curling into a fist.
He went back to replay the moment when he’d tossed her on the bed, on all fours, imagined what would’ve happened if she’d welcomed him—the look she might have tossed over her shoulder. A she-wolf would’ve bared her teeth, lowered her front haunches to give him her ass.
Yes… fuck, yes. He shot hot ribbons of cum against the tile wall, his eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure. Turning back into the stream of water, he rinsed off, noting that his cock still remained hopeful, despite the release.
Not going to happen, buddy. Get a grip.
Melissa drew several deep breaths to recover from the intensity of Cody’s presence. His phone buzzed on the table and she glanced at it. Was Jeremy calling back? She shouldn’t care about his welfare, but she couldn’t help it. She picked it up, but the caller came up as ‘Ed Smith.’ Must be one of Cody’s acquaintances.