Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
I twist to see him, and he rolls me back on my back. “What else does a male wolf need?” I purr.
“I have to mark you.” He says it like it’s a bad thing, but I’m not afraid. Sadie and Charlie already explained it to me. It’s how he claims me–how he permanently embeds his scent into me, so every other wolf will know I’m taken.
“I can’t wait,” I tell him, pulling his Henley up to expose his ripped abs.
He grins and whips the shirt off over his head. “First I have to taste you.” He crawls backward, pulling my panties the rest of the way off my legs as I unhook my bra. When he sees it unclasped, he snatches the front of it and pulls it off my arms, sending it arcing through the air to the floor in the corner.
His nostrils flare and eyes glow green as he simply stares down at my naked body.
“Rafe,” I encourage, reaching for him.
He lowers his head and sucks my dark nipple into his mouth. I feel the electric pulsing heat zing from my nipple straight to my core. I roll my hips beneath his, searching for something more.
“Why are your jeans still on?” I pant.
“Hush. You’re not in charge, princess.” Rafe crawls lower and hooks his hands beneath my knees pushing them up wide. He licks into me, his tongue parting my nether lips and swirling around the inside. I jerk at the pleasure of it. My belly shudders in and out, my inner thighs tighten and tremble, but he holds them firmly open. I lift my core to meet his mouth, and he sucks everywhere, licking, nipping, driving me wild.
“Rafe,” I moan.
“That’s right, princess. Rafe’s here to help.”
“Oh Jesus,” I chant, my mind slipping out of my ears as he drives me to a frenzy with that clever tongue of his. “More. Oh God, Rafe.” He finds my clit and flicks it with his tongue at the same time he screws one finger inside me. “Rafe.”
He screws a second finger in and uses the tips to stroke my inner wall.
I cry out, the shock of pleasure almost too much to receive, but he’s relentless, stroking my G-spot, sucking my clit. I moan loudly, forgetting he lives in a compound with others. I can’t hold it in. The pressure building up is driving me crazy. “Oh God!” I come, bucking out my release against his mouth and fingers. He changes the motion of his fingers to a fast pump, fucking me with them as I ride his mouth with spasmodic undulations of my hips.
“Oh my God. Holy… wow. Just wow,” I pant, unable to shut up. I’m both wrung out and still greedy.
“Did you like your reward, Adele?” Rafe’s eyes are completely wolf-like. He’s magnificent.
“Claim me,” I beg.
He flips me to my belly and shucks his pants and boxer briefs. “I’ll be careful,” he promises.
“I know you will.” I trust him. This is a guy who worries about me slipping on ice. He’s not going to hurt me.
He climbs up behind me and rubs the head of his cock at my entrance. I’m already wet and swollen, ready to receive him. One push and he’s in. We both groan our pleasure.
“Adele, you feel so good,” he rasps behind me.
I lift my hips to take him deeper. He strokes in and out of me, and nothing has ever felt more right. More fulfilling. My eyes roll back in my head with the perfection of it.
We fall silent, nothing but the rasp of our quickened breaths, the slap of skin on skin, the rustle of bedsheets. I brace my hands against the headboard to keep from sliding up.
“Adele,” Rafe rasps. I hear the mounting desperation in his tone. Feel it in the urgency of his thrusts.
“I love you, Rafe.” I don’t know why I picked that moment to tell him, but he goes wild behind me, thrusting in so hard the bed slams against the wall. Our bodies bounce on the bed.
“Adele… Adele!”
It’s too rough, but I wouldn’t stop him for the world, especially when I hear him roar his release. He thrusts into me, dropping down to cover my body with his, squeezing me tight in an embrace. His teeth graze my shoulder, then puncture the skin. I jerk and stiffen at the pain, but he immediately releases me.
“Oh Fates, are you okay? Adele, tell me you’re okay. I’m so sorry.” My body’s already relaxed, drugged by endorphins, or maybe by the serum he released into my skin. He licks the place he bit me.
“It’s perfect. I’m great. I love you,” I reassure him.
He pulls out, rolls me to my back, and claims my mouth. “I love you so much, Adele.” He drops kisses all over my face. “Not just wolf love. Crazy fucking human love, too. I can’t live without you.”