Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Inside.
His cock.
So deep.
It was the soft voice again. She rarely heard it, but the moment she did, she felt safe, warm, and no longer alone. Cupping his face, she pressed her lips to his, kissing him hard. His hands didn’t stay at her waist, and she was thankful for that, because she needed his touch, craved it.
Boyan growled against her mouth, and she swallowed him down, feeling her nipples tighten and her pussy grow slick. Thrusting against his cock, she needed him inside her.
He let go of her neck and he caressed down toward her ass. She wore a pair of jeans, and she suddenly realized how inappropriate they were. They were getting in the way.
Boyan moved fast, pressing her to the sofa. He slid the button open, followed by the zipper, dragging it down. He pulled the jeans off and then she was wearing only her panties. Boyan was still in his jeans.
“Take them off,” she said, gripping the loop at the waistband, wanting them gone.
He chuckled. “All in good time.”
She wasn’t happy. She wanted to feel his cock inside her. The panties she wore suddenly felt too tight, and she needed them off.
Boyan tore them from her body and quickly replaced them by cupping her pussy. A single finger slid between her slit, and she cried out, moaning his name as he worked her clit. He stroked forward and backward, side to side, and the pleasure was instant, but it still wasn’t enough.
She tried to reach for his jeans, but he wasn’t having any of it. He lifted her hand up above her head.
“Keep it there, or I stop,” he said.
She pouted. This was all new to her. She’d never experienced anything like this and yet she couldn’t stop. This was pure instinct of what she wanted.
Boyan continued to play with her pussy, and then she saw him move, felt his breath across her naked flesh. She didn’t get the chance to ask him what was going on. His mouth feasted on her pussy. His tongue replaced his fingers in dancing across her clit.
“Boyan,” she said his name on a moan. She thrust her pelvis up to meet him, wanting his touch, wanting to come, wanting his cock, wanting it all. The list of what she craved kept growing.
He reached up and his hands gripped her tits, pressing them together as he licked at her cunt. It wasn’t enough.
More.
Mate.
Now.
Agatha didn’t understand the command.
She felt her peak begin as Boyan pushed her over the edge, sending her release spiraling through her body. She couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but feel. His tongue was amazing. She didn’t want him to stop. It fired her body, and as she threw her head back, crying his name, she felt something awaken within her. With her eyes closed, she was sure she saw something on four legs, something big, something tan, something … other.
I’m you and you are me.
Coming into the light, Agatha saw it—a wolf—strong, agile, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that it was the voice she had heard. The voice that had been guiding her.
Agatha opened her eyes and screamed.
Chapter Seven
“I’m so, so sorry.”
Boyan looked toward Agatha and he had no choice but to force a smile. “It’s all right.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t even know what happened.”
He didn’t exactly know what to say to comfort her. There were no words he could think of. How do you ask a woman what it was about having an orgasm that made her scream and not in pleasure? She’d been scared. He saw the fear in her eyes.
His first instinct had been to protect, and he’d thrown himself off her and stalked around the apartment, trying to figure out what scared her. There was nothing there. No one had invaded the home. There was nothing to fear.
Agatha had disappeared into the bathroom and had returned only a few moments ago. Since then she had looked mortified. Boyan sat on the edge of the sofa, hands sliding together as he tried to make sense of what happened.
“Do you, er, do you want me to do anything for you?”
Her gaze went to between his thighs, but she had no need to worry about that, because he was as far away from aroused as physically possible. There was no way he was getting an erection anytime soon. All his attention was on fixing whatever went on in her mind during her time of release.
“I’m fine,” he said. “You don’t need to worry about that.”
“I messed this up. I’m so sorry.”
“Babe, look, you don’t have to say sorry, okay? I’m not upset or concerned. If anything, I just need to know you’re okay.”
“I’m fine.”
“Women don’t usually scream in fear after they’ve orgasmed. It kind of affects a guy’s … you know … mind.”
“I’m so sorry.” She groaned. “It was stupid.”