A Greek Werewolf in New York (The Accidental Succubus #1) Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Accidental Succubus Series by Marian Tee
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20635 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 103(@200wpm)___ 83(@250wpm)___ 69(@300wpm)
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How long is he?

"I know you're scared this will hurt—-"

I am, oh God, I am.

The King pushes deeper into me, and my pussy feels like it's about to splinter apart.

"And it will."

He's already thrusting all the way to my womb as he says the words, and all I can do is sob as his cock rips past the fragile barrier of my virginity.

A part of me had imagined that maybe it wouldn't hurt, and that maybe this would be one of the few benefits of waiting this long. That three decades of being a virgin might've made my hymen, I don't know, more flexible?

Well, now I know it's the opposite.

Because my deflowering?

It hurts like hell, and the pain is agonizing. It's like having an open wound right inside my pussy, and it hurts even more when Michalis starts moving.

"Stop!"

The King bends his head to whisper into my ear. "No."

I beat his chest and try shoving him away, but this only makes him laugh.

"Embrace the pain, Catalina."

Michalis' voice is a melody of sinful roughness.

"This is how my kind mates."

He's still moving with every word, he's never stopped moving ever since he's taken my virginity, and it doesn't even seem like he's noticed how my nails have already clawed his back deep enough to draw blood.

"This is how we imprint our claim on our females."

He's not just moving now, oh God. He's thrusting harder and faster. Deeper, too, and it hurts so, so much that I find myself surrendering to his words.

"The pain will sear the memory into your very soul," he rasps out, "and you will never be able to forget me because of this."

I embrace the pain.

I open myself up to his claim.

And by doing this, neither of us seems to realize that the tables would instantly turn, and it's now Michalis who's groaning as the pain recedes, Michalis' thrusts that turn wild and uncontrollable as the muscles in my pussy tighten around his.

It's Michalis who's gazing down at me like he won't be able to forget me either as he grates my name out.

"Catalina..."

The beastly desire in his eyes has me arching up as with a gasp, and my legs lock around his waist ass our bodies start rocking against each other.

His cock impales me again and again, and all I can do is sob his name out.

Michalis. Michalis. Michalis.

I can't get enough of this.

Of him.

And I don't think I ever will, and oh, oh, oh God—-

The King starts shoving harder and faster into me, his cock plunging all the way deep into my womb again and again, and I start seeing stars.

Aaaaaaah.

We cum at the same time, and Michalis captures my lips in a rough, soul-claiming kiss as every powerful jerk of his cock fills me up with the thick hot rush of his seed.

I fall asleep as he pulls me to him in a tight embrace, and I wake up to Michalis gently turning me so that I'm lying on my stomach.

My nipples turn rigid against the sheets when his lips touch my ear, and my mental state instantly switches from sleepy to horny as I hear him whisper the most sinful of words.

"You have two choices, Catalina..."

Chapter Eight

I used to be so naïve when I was young. I knew people had the ability to lie, but I also stupidly assumed everyone around me was good, and that was why I believed him. He told me it was fine. He even smiled when he said it. And it was the same smile I saw when he killed my baby.

~ The Thirty-Something Heroine: A Blog

MICHALIS RAN HIS FINGERS lazily over the sides of her bare breasts, and he heard her catch her breath as he held her waist. He slowly arranged her limbs until she was on all fours, and his lips pressed together in a straight line as he listened to the giddy stream of her thoughts.

What am I going to choose from?

I know I shouldn't let my mind go to the gutter, but...c'mon now.

We're in bed, and we're both naked.

It's not like the King's going to ask me how I want my eggs, and have me choose between fried and scrambled.

It has to be something really, really filthy, like...

Gentle or rough?

Front door or back door?

Hand or mouth?

The choices Catalina came up with - and was still continuing to come up with - had Michalis biting her ear to keep himself from smiling.

He had fucked a lot of women in this lifetime. More than most men could ever dream of fucking in several lifetimes. And with all of them, Michalis would always come to a point he'd find himself wishing he could shut their minds off, since what he heard from their thoughts always left his cock turning repugnantly flaccid.

But with Catalina, it wasn't just the opposite.

Her thoughts amused and bewitched him so, and Michalis had a feeling he would never tire of hearing them.


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