Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Her. Mine.
Hot needles assaulted my cock as Shayla’s catlike eyes begged for love and attention only I could give. Her small hands touched the swell of my cock then, her knees dropping to the ground, her lips wrapping around my girth. I nearly blew my load across her lips then as I felt the tightening of the tendon and bone that began as a shift into animals took over.
Like a curse, I walked a tightrope of animalistic release. So close, so very close. With ragged determination, I sank my hands into her silky, threaded hair and sucked in a lungful of air as I regained control of my human form. I was so close, so close to release.
Neck straining and body leaping forward with the pleasure of release, I finally came in long ropy jets, shuddering with an intensity that rode through me like an electric storm, seed washing down her lips and chin. I caught my juice from falling, slipping it across her full lips before she dotted a soft kiss on the tip of my still heavy and thick-hanging hardness.
I didn’t even have time to say a word, no sound, no groan, before wave after wave of second release pulsed through me, her name the only word on my lips.
For the second time in less than a few minutes, I slumped against the wall, only this time, I pulled her up against my satisfied body, determined to light her up like a firework.
“Fuck,” I muttered, breathless and panting, chasing my hands down her thighs to slip them apart and make way for me. I hauled her against me and spun, planting her against the wall and sliding down until her knees were locked around my neck and my lips were firmly planted on her hot cunt. I sucked long and slow, inhaling her delicate musky scent before the beast raged and my primal instinct washed over me.
Planting her hips against the wall, I angled her against it and fucked her with my tongue, swirling and sucking her to life as she moaned and swallowed my name like a curse--or a prayer--either way, I couldn't be sure. Maybe it was both.
“What have you done to me?” I growled against her soaking pussy lips. She’d brought my Wolf to a new point of vulnerability, the simple thought of this woman enough to make me drop to my knees and serve at her feet forever. “In the span of a moment you invaded my soul.”
My lips twitched at the thought. And then my cock twitched, too, my sense of self succumbing until I hauled her over the edge of the couch and seated myself inside of her. Deep and slow, I fucked her like she’d fucked my soul, making her mine from the inside out, cementing our mated bond for eternity.
“Am I hurting you, sweetheart?”
She shook her head quickly, eyes closed tight. I caught her chin, forcing her to turn her head to meet my gaze. “Hide your eyes from me again and I’ll tan your hide.”
“I might like that, Brett.” Her eyes burned with reckless mischief while my cock pulsed deep inside of her.
“You’ve already stolen the come from me twice today, but God help me when my name is on your beautiful lips.”
“Brett…” She husked as I sped my rhythm, her body humming and quaking beneath me, her release approaching full detonation. I pushed my index finger between her lush ass cheeks and thrummed at the gorgeous bud of her asshole, the need to take it and make it mine throttling through me.
“I-I-I think I’m going to--” And with that, she came in a violent torrent around my dick, the spasms of her cunt around my cock pulling my own release out of me like a vise grip, sending my senses into overdrive as we came undone together.
I twisted her body around mine and landed on top of her on the couch, spreading her thighs wide as I nuzzled my nose against her juicy core. I lapped eagerly, growling with pleasure as I tasted us both together. “Fuck, beautiful, there’s nothing else I’d rather do than fall apart with you.”
Chapter 5
Shayla
Brett hugged me tightly against his waist as we walked down the dew-damp path. We wandered along the river at my property’s edge, taking in the morning sun side by side.
“Coffee never tasted so good when it comes with a side of you every morning.” He took a sip of the coffee before he grimaced, covering up the look of disgust quickly before flashing his perfect smile at me.
“Sorry. I don’t normally drink coffee. I’m sure that it tastes horrible, but I did try my best.”
“No morning coffee? Are you sure you’re human?” He joked, warmth directed at me in his dark irises.
“Barely,” I laughed. “I drink more tea, with a dash of honey.”