Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 319(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
I can only stare at him, as if he’s hypnotized me. The ache in my sex is excruciating.
“You may not be Ulfarri, but I don’t care. And I don't care where you came from. Ulf saw fit to reach across the universe and bring you to me.” His eyes flash. “Now, you are mine. And mine you will stay.”
My heart is pounding and there’s a twist in my lower belly at his words. Fear? Lust? I can’t tell.
Bestian looms over me. “No more fighting it. You will submit to your true nature.” I can’t move—I’m imprisoned by his iron-hard arm. “You will submit to me.”
He growls again and my whole body convulses. I close my eyes as white hot stars burst behind my eyelids. My legs give out but Bestian scoops me up. On sheer instinct, I lock my legs around him and rock my hips forward, seeking maximum contact.
“So eager, little Omega.”
A pained sound escapes my throat. I strain closer, frantic to relieve the pounding need in my core.
“Easy,” he soothes. His huge hands find my ass, cupping and lifting me. He’s holding me up as I grind my aching, throbbing clit against him. Tiny climaxes sparkle and fizzle between my thighs, building to a crescendo.
“Bestian!”
“Yes, little one, say my name. Your body knows what it was made for, even if you deny it.”
The tension in my belly coils tighter.
“Bestian…” I’m panting. His green eyes are almost black with lust.
“Ask me for it. Tell me what you need.”“
I’m too far gone to care that I’m begging. “Growl for me again. Please.”
A rumbling earthquake erupts from his chest, shaking me to the core. It triggers an avalanche that pulls me under. I come with a ragged shout, shuddering in his arms.
I must have blacked out for a second, because when I come to, I’m blinking at the ceiling. Red firelight licks the shadows.
A monster is rearing over me. Bestian’s hulking form is half in light, half in shadow. He’s naked, his massive torso an imposing combination of tattooed muscles and a few pitted scars. He passes a hand over me and, with a few flicks of his claws, my clothing falls away.
“Omega,” he purrs, squeezing my breasts until I gasp. He reaches down to cup my sex and I jack-knife up, reaching for him.
He leans back, pulling me to straddle his giant frame, stretching my legs wide. I slide down, seeking his cock. Even though I just came, there’s a gnawing, unsatisfied ache in my pussy. I rock over the ridge of his pulsing shaft, whimpering when my clit catches it at just the right angle. I brace my hands on his broad shoulders, trying to impale myself on his thick length.
Bestian grips my hips, stilling me. “Patience.”
“Now,” I growl. My fingers arch and dig into his taut pecs. I would claw him if it would get him inside me faster.
His chuckle reverberates through me. He lifts me and his cock springs up, flinging drops of my own slick up to paint my belly. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” I’m straining my thighs, trying to fight his hold and sink down onto him. My dripping pussy is just inches away from his cockhead. I could scream with frustration.
“Are you sure? You want to feel me deep inside your tight, pink, wet little cunt?”
“Yes! Please!”
“Do you think you can take it?” His mocking, calm tone is as infuriating as it is hot. “Can you handle my big, hard cock and even bigger, harder knot? Or do I need to make you come a few more times first? You’re already dripping but—”
“No!” I howl. “I can handle it! Please fuck me! I promise I can take it!”
“Then take it.” With ridiculous ease, he lines himself up and enters me slowly… inch by excruciating inch. He’s so huge, stretching me so wide—the mere thought is enough for my pussy to clench hard, another spurt of juice easing his path.
“Do you see, Omega? Do you see how slick you get for me?” He scoops some up and feeds it to me. I suck his finger with greedy abandon. The scent makes my eyes roll back in my head.
He grips the back of my neck with a huge hand, forcing me to focus, then thrusts hard, forcing the rest of his cock in to the hilt. I close my eyes and gasp at the intense, painful pleasure of being filled so fully.
“Is this how a human responds to her puny male?”
A giggle escapes me. I can’t help it. Not one of the arrogant models and executives I dated—with their Botoxed features and oiled muscles—could hold a candle to Bestian’s powerful body and beautiful face. “No,” I admit.
Bestian draws light, lazy circles over my clit until I cry out, then brings his wet finger to my lips. I flick my tongue against it, relishing the way my own flavor explodes on my tongue. He rakes the tips of his claws over my breasts, stopping to slap each one lightly. The pain sparks, shooting straight to my throbbing core.