Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Open your legs, baby,” he instructs. His hand is already slipping between my legs. Yes! My hips tilt to greet him again. He palms me, holding my throbbing sex right in his calloused hand. One finger rubs over my entrance, while his palm grinds against my clit. I instantly soak his finger with natural lubricant, my body eager for his touch. His digits are huge, but he works one into my entrance.
“Deke.” I’m caught up in a sudden blaze of heat. His hot breath caresses my ear, and his hips grind into my backside. The rough edge of his long finger catches my clit and sends a shock of pleasure shooting through me. The sensation’s so sweet it’s almost painful. I cry out and twist my hips, trying to roll away, but Deke is half covering me with his body, and his arm is iron, immovable. And his fingertips gliding through the wet folds of my sex are so soft. His index finger flutters against my clit before he slides lower and inserts two fingers inside me.
Oh! That’s what I needed. Penetration. I cry out in pleasure, reaching down to grip his wrist and guide him deeper.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it, Sadie. Take what I give you. Take everything you need.”
It’s so good. I surrender, allowing the pleasure to build and build, the fire in my belly getting hotter.
“Deke!” My cry sounds alarmed, but if I’m scared, it’s only because I’ve never felt such pleasure.
“Take it, Sadie.” Deke’s breath rasps in my ear, almost like he’s as tortured as I am.
Stars burst behind my eyes. I climax again, gasping in Deke’s arms. He doesn’t move, doesn’t let me move and keeps his palm grinding right against the spot, right there, chasing the aftershocks. My legs scrabble over the covers, and I writhe in his arms, but he holds me fast, making me feel the pleasure in its every exquisite expression. And when it fades, I’m still in Deke’s arms, snug and warm.
Totally blissed out.
I’m sticky with sweat. My hair is mussed in the best way—great sex hair. I rise from the bed and glide to the mirror where I can stare at the bright eyed goddess I am. My lips are puffy and parted, my cheeks are flushed orgasm pink.
Deke follows me, a dark shadow hovering at my back. I lean back into his chest, and his arm comes around me, securing me against him. He blew my mind in bed, and he didn’t even take off his jeans.
His dark eyes dance in the mirror. His whisper tickles my ear. “Feel better?”
“Oh yes.” I turn and put my hands on his chest. “But what about you?”
His eyes seem to change color the way they do sometimes—from brown to a glowing green. With a pained expression, he takes a quick step back from me. “I’m good.”
I try not to be disappointed that he’s not interested in reciprocation.
This is not a date.
The only thing that confuses me is the size of the bulge in his jeans.
Deke
Oh fuck.
I have blue balls the size of my fist. I am fully willing to suffer them to deliver Sadie’s satisfaction. Hell, I would take any level of torture to ensure her comfort and ease this weekend.
But it would be so much easier if she didn’t seem hurt that I didn’t accept her offer to return the favor.
I mean—fuck! If she only knew how much I want that. I would give both nuts to have her small hand wrapped around my cock. Or those sweet, soft lips. But my wolf’s getting aggressive.
He seems to be laboring under the impression that Sadie is mine. Ours. Whatever.
That means the urge to mark her is starting to fray my control.
My wolf doesn’t give a fuck that I can’t mark her.
He doesn’t care that mating is off-limits for all members of the Shifter Op team but particularly for me. I’m not even remotely safe for a human. I shudder, the thought of actually hurting Sadie if my wolf won control striking real fear into me.
Which makes my wolf snarl protectively.
Oh Fates. Maybe I took on more than I can handle by coming here.
Now I have to go downstairs and interact with a packed room of humans while my wolf is feral as hell. I look out the window, trying to figure out if I have time to get out there and shift.
But no, Sadie needs me. And she is priority one.
I have to get through this insane human tradition of a wedding and keep my wolf in check. And speak in full sentences. And look presentable.
For a guy who has been on the team that toppled entire regimes at the orders of his president, this mission should be a piece of cake. Why does it feel like the most difficult op I’ve ever been on?