Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
His hips move as he thrusts inside my entrance, the thickness of him stretching me almost painfully, causing me to cry out as bliss fills my lungs, and electricity sparks my nerves. Every inch of me is alight with pure lust.
“Fuck,” Lycan growls, lowering his forehead to my shoulder, his hands bunching the sheets beneath me as he grits his teeth. “You’re so fucking tight, little red,” he murmurs along the nakedness of my shoulder, the heat of his breath fanning along my skin. “My cock is going to be forever etched inside you.”
“Yes,” I hiss out my response as Lycan pulls out slowly, then slams back in. My back arches as euphoria slams into me like a tidal wave, sending me to the precipice. I’m on the edge, waiting to leap into the abyss. His movements are slow and controlled, but I dig my nails into his shoulder, dragging them down his back until I reach his hips. I grip them tight, pulling him deeper into me as I lift my ass from the mattress.
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re a bad fucking girl.”
A giggle escapes me. Lycan’s movements hasten. He pulls out and drives back in, his cock hitting so deep inside me it’s almost painful. I crave more though, and when I arch once more, his one hand grips my throat so tight, I see stars. He doesn’t choke me harshly, but as his fingers dig into either side of the slender column, I find pleasure, and my body awakens with newfound release as I soak his cock with my arousal.
“That’s it,” Lycan coos, still gripping my neck with a dangerous hold. His lips feather along my cheeks before he reaches my ear. “Come on my dick again while I choke the breath out of you.” The command sends me over that cliff-edge, and I fly into the darkness as the bright lights behind my lids dance.
His cock thickens inside me. He opens me wider while I pulse around him. Lycan’s hips slam me into the bed, fucking me with violent desire, and the bitter vows I promised him earlier are nothing more than a distant memory.
He doesn’t relent as my orgasm shatters me like a splintered glass, leaving me in fragments on the soft comforter. His body owns me with every drive of his cock. The moment he finds his own pleasure, he growls into my mouth. “Give me your breath.” I obey as he releases my neck, sending waves of ecstasy through every inch of my body. My lungs inhale passion and expel happiness as he swallows every lungful of air, and I can’t stop the whimpers and mewls, but Lycan greedily breathes them in too.
29
Lycan
Pacing the carpet of my office, I run my fingers through my hair, tugging at the strands. In the other hand, I have my mobile pressed against my ear. The silence that greets me is nothing new, but the breath that comes from the speaker is confirmation he’s there.
“What the fuck do you want?” My voice is cold, filled with the rage I’ve built over the years, the same anger that has spurred me in my hatred of the man I was meant to love. The man I called brother. “I’m done playing games with you, Darius. There is nothing you can do to me that can make matters worse. You chose to leave. When you walked away, I was the one who kept the Shaw name going.”
“Did you? Or were you just so fucking blind to our father’s bullshit that you didn’t see the truth? He cheated on Mom,” Darius tells me. It’s the same story he’s been spewing for years, but there was never any proof. We’re both the blood of our father, and there were never any other women.
“Don’t give me that shit.” I grit my teeth so hard my jaw ticks painfully. I’m certain I’m about to crack my teeth with the rage fueling me as I stare out the window each time I face it.
“The Shaw secrets will soon be revealed, brother,” he tells me. I glance at Isaac, who is meant to be tracing the call. Only a few more moments, and I’ll have him. I wait. “Do you really think I’m that stupid, Lycan?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
He chuckles, the sound just like our father’s. “Your pretty bride will wear your blood.” His threat has me stilling all movement. I know he knows about Scarlett. “Her name will be the hue of her wedding gown.” Isaac signals five seconds, and my heart rate spikes.
“You’re a fool.” Those are the last words I spew at my brother before the line goes dead. My gaze locks on the man I’m praying will give me good news, but instead, he shakes his head.
In a fit of rage, I fling my phone against the wall, watching it shatter into tiny pieces before it lies on the soft carpet of my office. The team Kahn had tagging Darius fucked up, and now Isaac wasn’t able to trace the call.