Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” I chanted, nearing climax already. Hell, I’d been nearing it just from being chased by my wolf.
Roy’s eyes glowed green in the moonlight. His canines had lengthened. When he brought his thumb to my clit at the same time a finger from his other hand found my anus, I bucked, and came.
Roy clamped his teeth down on my shoulder, sinking into the exact spot he wanted.
The pain was sharp and bright, but it was gone in a second. My orgasm tore through me, ripped me to shreds, made me scream and beg and lose myself in the strong, hot body wrapped around me.
I was skewered and bitten, trapped in the pleasure Roy gave me.
He released his hold on me with his teeth, then licked the spot, soothing the punctured skin.
“My mate,” he murmured, then started fucking me some more.
I’d been fucked before. By Roy, even.
But that had been nothing compared to this. I had no idea what rough was. What being truly fucked meant.
Until now.
Until I had a brute of a man and a wild wolf at my back. Plundered by his dick, taken. I was so wet, the sound of it filled the air with our moans. The slap of flesh against flesh.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take it.
When he reached his free hand around and slapped my clit, I had an out of body experience. The pain was so blissfully pleasurable I couldn’t handle the sensation.
It was too much. We were too much.
“You’re not done, mate. You’ll come again,” he growled. He wasn’t tiring, his hips pistoning into me. “And again and again.”
“Roy,” I moaned.
“Again.”
I had no idea if I could… until he smacked my ass.
“Again, mate.”
“Roy!” I cried.
He alternated between spanking my pussy and my ass. Front, then back, not stopping his deep thrusts. Sweat slicked between our bodies, my back to his front.
“I’m… it’s, oh my God.” I was incoherent, lost to the pleasure. To the roughness of this claiming.
I didn’t have a choice. My body was under the control of someone else, and he was driving me yet again to the peak of pleasure.
“You’ll come like a good girl, and I’ll go with you. Now.”
I did. I obeyed. Came. Heard Roy bellow his own release. Felt it.
I was destroyed. And made whole.
While that had been the dirtiest, roughest sex I’d ever had, I’d never felt so wanted.
There was no question I belonged to Roy, but he, too, belonged to me.
26
ROY
* * *
A fire flickered in the fireplace. After staying up most of the night, we’d slept until noon.
After another thorough fucking this morning, my mate was beyond sated. So blissfully satisfied, I had to help in the shower because her legs wouldn’t hold her. Now, she was curled under a blanket by the fire sipping coffee while I made pancakes and heated a package of sausages I’d found in the freezer.
My wolf was content, the desperate need to claim had been soothed. Oh, I wanted to fuck her again. And again, but the sharp tug to mark was gone.
Mark had a kitchen well stocked with canned and dry goods, so last night, I’d made us a midnight meal and now had found everything I needed for breakfast.
“Breakfast’s ready, but stay where you are, sugar.” I walked over to the couch with two plates stacked high with warm pancakes and sausage.
“Mmm, thank you.” She set down her coffee mug and accepted a plate.
I settled beside her, soaking in the pleasure of this little moment of domesticity. No crowds. No concrete. No tight, confined spaces. Only me and my marked mate. I’d sated her sexual needs, and it was now time to sate her hunger. It was my job to provide for her, and I always would.
The fact that my wolf was happy with this… doting… was a surprise.
We were all in with Brooke, and this was a preview of what life might be like if I could convince her to come back to Montana with me.
I stared at her as she ate. I couldn’t help it.
She was mine!
The fire gave her skin golden hues. She smelled like soap, caramel, and, now, me.
“You look beautiful,” I murmured as her lips closed around a bite of pancake.
“Eating?” she asked, her mouth full and her eyes sparkling. “With my hair wet and no makeup?”
My gaze raked over her. “Yes, eating. Wet. Dry. Naked. Clothed. You’re perfection.”
She turned on the couch to drape her legs over my lap. She was wearing a t-shirt that we found in a dresser that no doubt belonged to Mark, a fact which might have bothered me if I hadn’t just marked her. I stroked my hand up her bare thigh, balancing my plate in the other hand.
“Mmm. This is delicious. I was hungry.”
I worked her hard to build up an appetite.