Echoes of Fire Read Online Suzanne Wright (Mercury Pack #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Mercury Pack Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
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He rose to his feet, pressed his front against her back, and let her feel his cock, hard and thick and long, dig into her through his jeans. He kept his hands at his sides as his mouth grazed her ear, his tongue lightly flicking the lobe. “Remember: you have to do what I tell you to do.”

Madisyn shivered as his warm breath breezed over her ear, causing the hairs on her nape to lift. There was something very decadent about having him pressed up against her, fully dressed, while she was naked. “You didn’t play fair this morning.”

“Did you think I’d play fair?” Bracken smiled as her upper lip quivered in a snarl, making him think of her cat. One thing he’d sensed about Madisyn was that she liked when he took control. Her problem was that she felt that she had to fight him—like it was a matter of pride for her. So he needed to give her a situation in which it didn’t reflect on her strength if she obeyed him. And what better way to do that than by him winning the control? She’d follow the rules of a game, even if those rules said she owed him her obedience.

Taking her arms, Bracken lifted and stretched them behind her, curling them around his neck. “Keep your arms there until I say you can move them.” She tensed just a little at his authoritative tone, and he smiled. He softly dragged the tips of his fingers down her arms, along the sides of her breasts, and then down to her hips. “Made for me,” he murmured into the hollow just beneath her ear. “Made to be fucked by me.”

Madisyn let out a shaky breath as his hands, calloused and confident and incredibly skilled, began to lazily roam over her. The rough pads of his fingers felt so amazingly good on her skin, tantalized all kinds of nerve endings, and sent yet more feel-good chemicals buzzing through her system. It would make it even better if he wasn’t purposely neglecting her nipples and pussy.

She melted against him, eyes fluttering shut. He wasn’t touching her to make her come. He was quite simply indulging himself. She felt it in the way he traced and stroked and shaped her body, like someone reacquainting themselves with a prized possession. It was nice and all, but her clit ached for his attention. “Bracken, I need—”

“I know. But right now, your objective isn’t to address your needs. It’s to please me. And it pleases me to touch you, taste you, and explore this delectable body I own. Once I’m satisfied, I’ll give you what you want.”

Paying no heed to her cautioning hiss, he went on cupping and shaping and tormenting her with those clever fingers. All the while, he teased her neck with little flicks of his tongue and grazes of his teeth. She almost groaned in relief when his hands finally zeroed in on her pussy.

Bracken slowly massaged her slick folds, making them open and shut over and over. The scent of her need rushed up, filled his lungs, and fisted his cock. His wolf growled his arousal. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

“You.” At the scrape of his teeth on her shoulder, she corrected, “Bracken.” His teeth dug a little deeper, and she winced. “Bracken Slater.”

“That’s right.” Humming against her neck, he raked his fingertips over her plump folds. “Property of Bracken Slater.”

“Property? Oh, now you’re pushing it.”

“Are you saying you’re not mine?”

“No.”

“Good, because it would be a lie. Every cell of your body, every inch of skin, every hair on your head—all of it belongs to me.” He cupped her pussy hard. “I’ve claimed the fuck out of this, haven’t I?” He stroked the globe of her ass, adding, “But this. I haven’t claimed this yet, which I’ll have to rectify soon.” Sensing she was about to object just to be contrary, he gripped her jaw. “Don’t you tell me you won’t give it to me.”

“Anal play holds no appeal for me.”

“You can’t keep from me what’s rightfully mine.” He let the hand gripping her jaw slide down to collar her throat, unsurprised by her reflexive hiss to the highly dominant hold. “Mine, Madisyn.” Keeping a firm grip on her throat, he tugged down one of her arms and sucked her index finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He slid her wet finger between her folds—no more than a featherlight swipe, but it made her hips buck. “How slick are you?”

“See for yourself.”

“Not yet.” Again and again, he lightly fluttered her finger between her folds, taunting her sensitive nerve endings and denying her clit the attention he knew it was craving. At the same time, he went to work on her neck; kissing, licking, sucking, and biting. Soon, she was pliant against him, eyes shut, thighs shaking.


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