Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
His rough touch was just shy of pain—she liked it. Liked the way he ate at her mouth as if he couldn’t get enough. Liked the way he never hesitated or tested her responses. He just did what he wanted as if he had every right.
What she didn’t like was that he didn’t seem to be in any rush to make her come. He seemed to be busy indulging himself—pinching her nipples, sucking at her neck, squeezing her ass. It was both pleasure and torture, and she couldn’t take it anymore.
Sliding her hands under his shirt, she tried pulling him closer—it didn’t work. “Bracken.”
The note of command in her voice made Bracken growl. He snapped his gaze to hers. “Not done.” And then he yanked down the neck of her top, freeing her breasts, and sucked her nipple into his mouth. He snarled at the sharp prick of her claws on his back. He smelled his blood and knew she’d broken the skin. Marked him. It should have pissed him off, should have made him pull back. It didn’t. He sucked harder on her nipple, letting her feel the edge of his teeth.
Her hand tugged hard on his hair as her breathing sped up, and he realized she was close to coming. No. He wanted to feel her come. Bracken flipped up her skirt, snapped off her thong, and cupped her hard. “Soaking.” He speared two fingers inside her. Jesus, he’d never felt a pussy so hot in his life. It was like a fucking inferno.
He wasn’t gentle; that wouldn’t get her off right then. No, he roughly plunged his fingers into her tight pussy over and over, just as he wanted to do with his cock. She moaned against his mouth, gripping his hair as if he was the only anchor she had. His wolf urged him on, fed his need to feel her come all over his hand. And it was a need. He had to see and hear and feel her shatter.
As her inner walls started to flutter and quake around his fingers, Bracken thumbed her clit. “Come, Madisyn. Now.” Her head fell back as she came, clenching and rippling around his fingers. His cock throbbed, aching to be in her right there and then. As he looked at her bared neck, he couldn’t help it. He bit her. Hard. Tasted blood. Didn’t fucking care. He just bit down harder, and his wolf growled his approval.
Needing to get his cock in her more than he needed to breathe, Bracken tore open his fly and—
His cell phone rang, acting like a bucket of ice-cold water and jerking them both out of the moment.
Flushing, Madisyn silently cursed herself and cleared her dry throat. She expected to see regret in his eyes. Instead, there was a savage need that made her breath catch. “You can have your hand back now.” The fingers inside her scissored, setting off a quake in her pussy, and then he ever so slowly withdrew them—holding her gaze the entire time.
When he backed up, Madisyn quickly righted her clothes as he buttoned his fly. The cramps had stopped, the edginess had gone, and her skin no longer burned. But her neck was stinging and—
Her eyes flew to his . . . just in time for her to watch him suck his fingers clean. Her stomach clenched. “You drew blood,” she accused.
“So did you.”
She inwardly winced. She hadn’t meant to mark him. She’d just been frustrated that he was taking his sweet time, and she’d pricked him with her claws in punishment. She’d just pricked him much too hard. “I’m sorry.” He didn’t return the apology, just stared at her. She almost snorted—the guy was a law unto himself.
Peering around him, Madisyn glanced in the hallway mirror. And her mouth fell open. The bite was deep, distinctive. It would heal, of course, since it wasn’t a claiming mark, but . . . “That’s gonna scar.”
“I know.”
She gaped at him. “That’s all you have to say? What the hell were you thinking?” Had he been thinking? She hadn’t. She’d been too busy drowning in sensation. And now she was drowning in sheer embarrassment. She’d been all over him. She’d clawed him. She’d come apart around his fingers. And he’d only made her come as a favor.
Her cheeks flamed. She’d known he didn’t really want her, but she hadn’t stopped it. Hadn’t even thought of objecting. No, she’d ignored the little voice in her head and had taken everything he could give her. Would have let him do whatever the hell he wanted. Dumb, Drake, real dumb.
Bracken’s cell rang again, but he didn’t answer it. He ate up the short distance between them with one stride. “I can sense that your body has settled down now. When the touch-hunger flares up again, you come to me.”