Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
“You could’ve died back there,” he splutters. “And don’t ever try to take a bullet for me again—that was so fucking stupid!”
He must see the shock on my face because he shakes his head and takes a step back. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean you’re stupid. But you scared the hell out of me. And...I’m in deep shit now. I just violated two pack rules and maybe killed a man. My mom might lose both her sons over your fucking car heists.”
I want to yell back that I didn’t ask him to come with me, but I can’t get the words out. Blood rushes to my face and tears pop into my eyes. Jesus. I held it together this whole semester at school, fooling the entire student body, but with Bo, I show everything.
As soon as he sees them, he turns away and punches a nearby wall. “Fuck!”
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say through the tears in my throat.
“No.” He turns. “No, no, no. I’m the asshole. I’m sorry.” He scrubs a hand over his face. “I can’t get back in control. Are my eyes still silver?”
“Yeah, a little.” They are half-blue, half silver.
“The kill instinct...it was so fucking strong. I would’ve killed all of them.” He draws a measured breath in through his nostrils and holds it for a moment before he lets it go. “That was my first time experiencing it.”
I blink at him. I want to ask a million questions, but I know he’s not in the mood. Instead, I offer up my vulnerability. The truth. “I’m really turned on by you right now.”
His eyes flash pure pale silver again, and a low growl comes out of his throat.
“Oh, sugar. You don’t want to tell me that when I’m in this state. I will fuck you six ways to Sunday. And it won’t be respectful.”
My pussy clenches with excitement. We lock gazes. I slowly slide off the chair and drop to my knees in front of him.
He groans and squeezes his cock through his jeans. “You’re making a mistake,” he warns, but he’s already unbuttoning. Already freeing his impressive length.
Already hard for me.
Bo
Holy fuck. This is not what I should be doing right now.
Not when my wolf is still so close to the surface. Not when aggression still pours from me. Not when I need answers from Sloane about what in the hell she’s into that would make her resort to trying to complete such an insanely stupid job.
But she's gripping my cock, opening that gorgeous mouth of hers to take me in. No fucking way I can stop now.
I’m in the throes of ecstasy from the moment her wet tongue touches the head of my cock. I shudder, my balls drawing up tight, my thighs starting to quake. She lifts her gaze to my face and holds it as she swirls her tongue around.
I can’t take the tease. I’m way too far gone from that. I grasp the back of her head and shove her over my cock. She gags a little, but it feels too good to let up.
Fuck. I warned her. I wrap my fist in her hair and use it to control her movements, pushing her over my cock and back off, already close to climax.
The room spins. My breath rasps in and out harshly. A sheen of sweat coats my skin. My canines descend, a sweet taste filling my mouth. Holy shit! My wolf wants to mark her!
It’s crazy. The mating instinct is only supposed to come once in a lifetime, with the she-wolf you’re meant to spend the rest of your life with. Sloane isn’t even a wolf. But I can’t deny the connection I’ve had with her from the beginning. Even when I hated her shit and wanted her out of the shop and our lives, I still was drawn to her like a magnet.
I suck in measured breaths, trying to shove my wolf back down. I can’t mark her—that’s insane. But her mouth feels so hot. So delicious. I'm ready to blow.
And I don’t want to come in her mouth. I want everything tonight. No—I need it.
Because she's the reason I'm here. The reason I lost control to save her. The reason I fucked up my whole life. And in this moment, it feels like fucking her hard would make it all worth it.
With great effort, I manage to release my hold on her hair and pull out.
"Up," I command, my voice hoarse and guttural.
I grip her elbow to help her stand.
I'm already consumed in the flames of desire. It's hard to even speak. "Clothes off."
I see my own heat reflected in her gaze as she walks backward, leading me toward the bedroom as she reaches behind her back and unhooks her bra.
A low growl fills the room, and I realize it's coming from me. I quickly close the distance between us and catch her around the waist, using my shifter strength to toss her easily on the bed.