Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38466 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
For several long moments Deacon did nothing but stand there and stare down the hallway. After what seemed like years he finally tore his eyes away and stalked toward the front door.
Through the living room window Thayer watched as Deacon’s clothes ripped from his body, and he shifted into a massive white, black, and grey Snow Leopard.
His tail, thick and the length of his entire body, whipped back and forth in his agitation. He turned his pale blue eyes toward Thayer for a split second before he took off into the thick forest.
Thayer blew out a breath at how close the situation had turned from heated to deadly. He found himself walking toward Jessa’s room, knowing it was a bad idea but not able to help himself.
He placed both hands on the frame and hung his head. Her scent permeated through the wood, and he felt his shaft thicken. Her arousal, a cloying aroma that had his arms and legs tightening, had his leopard purring in desire.
Thayer forced himself to knock instead of what he really wanted to do—tear the door down and claim her. There wasn’t any sound from the other side, but he could hear her heart beating wildly and could smell her lust thicken the air.
“Jessa.” Her name was but a whisper from his lips, and moments later the door swung open.
She stood before him, her chest rising and falling with the force of her breathing, her breasts pressing against her shirt.
The sight tantalized him and he had to curl his fingers around the frame of the door to stop himself from reaching out and cupping the luscious looking mounds.
He heard her swallow and watched the slender column of her throat work. What in the hell are you doing, Thayer?
He was sick of thinking, sick of trying to be the rational one when all he wanted to do was let himself be free and feel. In just two small steps he found himself in front of her.
Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and heard the fierce growl that left his lips.
“Thayer?” Her voice was low and aroused. Snapping his eyes open he saw how her pupils dilated and her eyes widened. Yeah, she could see what he wanted, could most likely feel it in the air.
He slanted his mouth on hers and moved his hands behind the heavy fall of her hair to cup her nape. Pulling her toward him he used his hand on her neck to tilt her head and deepen the kiss.
He opened his mouth and let his tongue slide over her bottom lip. Her taste exploded on his taste buds, and he felt his chest vibrate with the force of his groan. Her hands gripped his shirt, pulling him closer as she opened her mouth for him.
Sliding his tongue into the warm, wet, and flavorful cavern of her mouth, he started walking her backward toward the bed. Their tongues slid together erotically. His cock hardened and became insistent, and he knew she had to feel it digging into her belly.
When he started using his upper body to lead her back on the bed, her little hands were pushing at his chest. Breaking the kiss, he panted and stared down at her. Desire clouded her face, and he couldn’t understand why she would stop him.
He wanted this; they both did.
“I need you, Jessa.” He dipped his head and ran his lips across hers. “It doesn’t make any sense, but I’m done trying to fight it. I want you, and if I’m not mistaken you want me, too.”
This was insane, but it felt so good to have her in his arms and to finally taste her. It was fast and hectic, but everything felt like it fell right into place. Even if she said she didn’t want him he knew it would be a lie.
Her arousal smelt like a blooming flower opening to the sun. It was bright and had every one of his senses standing alert. She relaxed against him and opened her mouth for his tongue. He rested one hand on her lower back while the other gripped her waist.
The soft, mewling noises coming from her had him grinding his erection into her. A gasp fell from her mouth, and he swallowed it. He moved his tongue in her mouth, tasting every hollow, every corner, and drawing her essence into him until it saturated his soul.
Breaking the kiss, he dipped his head into the hollow of her throat. Inhaling deeply, he groaned at her scent and drew it deeper into his lungs.
Running his tongue up her throat, he kissed her pulse point and smiled when he felt her shiver. He wanted his scent on her, in her, and covering her so that any male that came close to her would know she belonged to him—his mate.