When He’s Sinful (The Olympus Pride #3) Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Olympus Pride Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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Yeah, she’d figured he’d say that. Aspen scratched the back of her head. “Listen—”

“Don’t tell me it isn’t necessary,” he said, swallowing up her personal space. “This fucker has stepped up their game. What happened tonight was a whole other level than what they’ve been operating on before. We don’t have any idea what they’ll pull next. It would be stupid to leave you vulnerable to another attack.”

She settled her hands on his upper arms. “I know that, but—”

“You could have been raped tonight,” he growled, dropping his forehead to hers. “You’d have struggled and fought and cried out around a fucking ball gag, and he wouldn’t have stopped, because he would have thought you wanted it.”

“Camden—”

“And me? I’d have been sleeping. Sleeping. I’d have had no fucking clue that someone was hurting you. Assaulting you. No. fucking. Clue.”

She rubbed his arms. “I’m okay.”

“And that’s the way it’s going to stay. Because you’re not going to fight the protection you’re offered. You can’t, Aspen. You can’t ask me to leave you at night knowing something like this could happen again. You’re the only thing in this world that matters to me. You can’t ask me to risk you.”

“I won’t. I swear to you, I won’t.” She hadn’t seen him so close to the edge of an explosion in a very long time. Touch sometimes helped him; sometimes brought him back. So she hugged him tight, aligning her body to his. He didn’t hug her back. He only stood there, stiff as a board. She pressed a soothing kiss to the side of his neck. “It’s okay.”

A growl vibrated his chest. He fisted her hair and snatched her head back. “No, it fucking isn’t.” His mouthed slammed down on hers.

There was no moment for her to react; to even think of protesting. He savagely claimed her mouth in a bruising, ravenous, mind-numbing kiss that obliterated her thoughts. She tasted anger. Possession. A raw hunger that called to her own.

Her defenses crumbled. Her composure shattered. Years-worth of suppressed need rushed to the surface. And her body quite simply took over.

Aspen kissed him back, clutching his shoulders. Her bearcat spurred her on, wanting him just as much; eager to give and take and be taken.

For Aspen, there was no control. No room for rational thought. There was only a blinding, reckless, explosive need that drowned out everything else.

She swallowed his growl as he backed her into the wall. Caging her there, he boldly shoved his cock against her. He was hard. For her. Her. She had just enough presence of mind to wonder, What the fuck? But then her body took over again.

A smoldering heat gathered deep inside her, whipping her system into a frenzy. The rush of endorphins left her drunk. Her heart beat so frantically in her chest she thought it’d explode.

His hands roughly roamed over her. They squeezed. Shaped. Clutched. Clawed off her clothes. The entire time, he fed from her mouth like he’d die if he didn’t. He kissed her hard and deep, all tongue and teeth. This kiss wasn’t a sweet promise of what was to come. No, it was a goddamn warning—he was going to take her. Use her. Rule her.

The whole thing was just so … primitive. Her bearcat loved it, loved the wild—

He slid a finger between Aspen’s slick folds.

She moaned. A little voice tried to reach her through the sexual haze. Tried to tell her this would be a bad idea. But that voice was ruthlessly silenced by the two fingers that thrust inside her. Oh, Jesus.

He pumped them in and out of her, curving them just right. Each stab of pleasure thickened the haze fogging her mind. Needing more, she threw her hips at his hand, trying to ride it. Snarling, he swooped down and closed his mouth around one painfully tight nipple. Good God, he sucked hard. Just how she liked it.

Sensations overwhelmed her. His fingers plunged. His mouth suckled. His teeth bit. Her clit pulsed with every tug on her nipple.

She ached. Burned. Moaned. Panted. Scratched at his back … only then realizing she’d shredded his tee at some point. All the while, her orgasm crept closer and closer and closer.

His cock so hard it fucking hurt, Camden lifted his gaze to hers. The sex-drunk glaze made his balls tighten. He liked seeing her this way—desperate. Needy. Frantic.

For years, he’d ached for this. Ached for her. And fuck if he hadn’t waited long enough. He had to have her now.

His tiger egged him on, feeding Camden’s arousal. The beast wanted her all marked up, wanted her to feel owned.

One handed, Camden snapped open his fly and freed his dick. Then, just as her inner muscles began to superheat around his fingers, he withdrew them and hoisted her up. He pinned her against the wall and pitilessly slammed every inch of his cock inside her, groaning as her pussy squeezed him tight. And it made him a fucking bastard that the twinge of hurt in her eyes caused his cock to jerk.


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