Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
I groaned, my head lolling against his shoulder, my pussy stretched gloriously around him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his power ripping through me. “Tell me how bad you want this. Tell me who you belong to.”
I panted with the rising sensations, utterly lost in the moment. Lost to him.
“Holy fuck,” I cried, hitting a plateau and grinding my teeth as my eyes fluttered, my body needing release. Needing to jump off this incredibly high precipice. “Oh fuck, Weston, fuck—”
“Who?” he demanded, dominating me with his size, with his body.
I vibrated against him, consumed. Overcome. Fucking demolished.
“You, Weston!” I cried, clutching his shoulders. “You,” I said, over and over, the words tumbling from my mouth, needing him in a way I didn’t even understand. “You, Weston, I’m yours. Take me. I’m yours!”
I kissed him with everything I had, with everything that I was. My focus narrowed to just his hard thrusts, his arms around me, his heat.
“Take my knot, my Little Wolf,” he commanded as he fucked it in harder. “Take it deep.” The stretch nearly undid me. “Tell me again. Tell me who you belong to.”
“You,” I whimpered, my eyes fluttering, the sensations almost unbearable. “I’m yours.”
An explosion of pleasure rocked me to my core, soaking into every cell in my body. He roared through his release, clutching me hard, branding me with his pleasure.
I shook against him as his movement slowed, still holding me tightly.
“That’s right, baby,” he murmured as exquisite shivers from the retreating climax rolled through me. “Take all that cum.” He sucked in my fevered skin, his movements small now, rolling that knot within me. “I’m going to keep filling you up until my scent is seared into you. Everyone will know you belong to the alpha.”
I whimpered with desire. My breath was heavy from exertion. He worked that knot, joining us, rubbing against all the right places.
I mewled with increased pleasure, all my nerve endings firing, my pussy so full. He pulled and pushed so the friction between us increased as his cock started to pulse. Our joined sex was wet and slippery, the sounds erotic. I started building again immediately, drowning in these feelings with no desire to find the surface.
“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he said darkly. “And when I’m done, you’re going to beg me to do it again.”
All I could do was cry out in pleasure as he made good on his word, taking me to new heights until all I knew was him.
Chapter 23
Aurelia
So sure, I’d gotten a little carried away last night and ended up with marks all down my neck, one on my inner thigh, and one on my forearm of all places. I needed to stop taking his knot so that I could slip away when needed, but last night any sort of restraint had been lost almost immediately. I’d wanted to ignore my life . . .but then accidentally slipped into insanity a little bit.
Telling him to make me his? I’d done that right out of the gate. What kind of fool was I? If he claimed me, I’d be fucked. With all his power, people would immediately know the caliber of wolf scented to my body. If his people were looking for me, it wouldn’t be hard to track me down. Oh, the dingy woman with the powerful mark? Yeah, I saw her run down that alleyway just there.
Stealing things? Forget about it. If people didn’t actually see me slipping from here to there, they’d smell me. Correction: they’d smell him, the alpha of all alphas. The commander.
Another suitor? Laughable. I might not even get someone willing to pull out my magic.
Bottom line, I needed to stop asking him to mark me. To make me his.
I certainly needed to avoid ever telling him again that I belonged to him, regardless of how fucking hot that had been at the time and how fucking hard I had come.
At one point, the lava had flowed down my chest again. I’d tried to push him just that much harder so as to release my animal. Unfortunately, he was ironclad in his control. The man had things locked down. I needed to appeal to the wolf, which the man clearly knew because in the days following our coupling, his wolf had never been even remotely close to me.
Fucking Weston.
The following days did at least go a bit easier on the horse. I got to ride with Hadriel again and got much better at hanging on. Weston picked through my journals, randomly twisting to look back at me as we traveled. I could never tell if it was because of something he’d read, or because he wanted to make sure I hadn’t jumped off and started sprinting away. He used a pencil, making notes and dog-earing pages. Every time I noticed, I had to look away. The good thing was it constantly reminded me of our status—jailor and prisoner.