You Are Mine (The Lycans #2) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: The Lycans Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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She was perfect in every conceivable way, her breasts high and full, the mounds no more than a handful, the tips dark pink, bordering on red from her arousal. My female was a tiny thing, her waist narrow before flaring out to feminine hips, her thighs thin but toned. She had the body of a dancer, a ballerina with a flat belly and the littlest navel.

And my mouth watered as I stared at her smooth flesh, her skin the color of porcelain, the light from the moon illuminating it and giving it a silvery tint.

Then my eyes were locked on her pussy. My mouth fucking watered at the sight. My cock surged behind my fly, and a low humming surrounded us, one that I realized was coming from me.

She had a small triangle of trimmed curls covering her pussy, but I could see how open she was, how her lips parted because she had to really spread her legs to fit on either side of my waist.

I wanted to suck and lick at her all night. I wanted to drown in her wetness, feel her tremble for me as she came on my face over and over again. I was panting, a steady stream of rough sounds leaving me with that thought, those visuals.

“Ah, my sweet little Ainslee. How you please me.” I barely recognized my voice.

I lifted my hands, wanting to touch her, feel her silky skin beneath my palms. But at the last minute, I curled my claws into my palms, almost afraid, not wanting to hurt her, to go too fast.

“No, touch me, Luca. I need your hands on me.” The need in her voice was so clear that I surged my hips up against her again.

She lowered herself slightly on my waist, and despite my jeans covering my raging hard-on, I hissed at the feeling of her heat, of the wetness coming from her pussy.

I wanted my mark on her... in her.

I curled my fingers against her hips and rose my upper body off the forest floor, rubbing the side of my face along her chest and over her breasts. Fuck, she smelled incredible.

“Luca,” she moaned, and I gritted my teeth, reality snapping for me.

I dragged my tongue over one stiff peak, then let go and followed that act with rubbing my cheek along the now wet tip. I was marking her, rubbing my scent on her flesh.

And then soon my bite mark would be on her neck, a warning to all others to stay away, that she was taken and the risk of ignoring that fact would be my brutality.

I groaned, unable to help myself as I ran my cheek along one of her perfect breasts. “Fuck, I can’t control myself,” I rumbled out, knowing I needed to go slow, to be gentle. I was too frantic, far too over the edge to even act civilized.

It was her moan that set me off even more, that had me opening my mouth and sucking the taught tip inside, running my tongue along the tight flesh, her flavor exploding in my mouth.

Everything about her made me drunk.

My mate had burrowed herself deep into me, so there would never be a chance I could live without her. I’ll never let her go.

I would never be the same because of her, and it finally made me feel complete.

I’ve finally found peace because of Ainslee.

She gasped and tunneled her hands into my hair, her little nails digging along my scalp, sending shockwaves down my spine and right to my shaft. I had my hands on her hips and found myself rocking her back and forth on my cock in the most erotic motion. I wanted my denim soaked from her pussy juices, knowing that she was that way because of me, because she needed me to fill her up, make her come, and cry out for more.

“Christ,” I murmured against her now soaked and erotically abused flesh.

I let go of one nipple with a resounding pop, the noise seeming to echo around us. I moved onto her other breast, giving that one attention too, lashing my tongue over the stiff peak over and over again.

I flattened my tongue and drew it up and over her nipple before suctioning my lips around the tip again. My mate was making the most delicious sounds, ones that had a constant flow of pre-cum spilling from the tip of my cock. I wasn’t going to last, could orgasm from this alone.

“I need to get you ready for me,” I murmured against her drenched pussy, forcing myself to pull back so I could look up and into her face. “I need you wetter.”

My female seemed lost in her arousal as she stared down at me. “I’m soaked,” she whispered, and my muscles tightened at the sound of her saying something so innocently sexy.


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