Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107670 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Shoulders shaking, Jesse said, “Something wrong?” The way she glared at him . . . he honestly thought she was going to hit him with the cue. Especially when her eyes flashed cat. Instead, she prepared to take her shot. Predictably, she missed. Even better, the white ball rolled to a stop at a position that gave him a perfect angle to pocket the black. “Ready to watch me win?”
Tapping her claws on the pool table, she hissed. “You’re such a dick.”
“Why? Because I’m going to win?”
“Yes.”
“Such a sore loser.” Bending to take his shot, he met her eyes. “Get ready to be ruthlessly fucked.” Then he smoothly sank the black. Swearing, she slung the cue on the table, glaring at him with eyes that dared him to act. Oh, he would. He had plans for his little cat. Anticipation and satisfaction coursed through him, making the excitement almost painful.
He growled when she went to move. “Stay where you were, hands on the table.”
Eyes narrowing, she followed his order. “You sure you want to risk coming close? My cat wants to rip your face off.”
Rounding the table, Jesse pressed himself up against her back. “I’ll take my chances.” Wanting total access to her skin, he peeled off the babydoll, careful not to tear it. Then he gripped her breasts and licked over her claiming mark. “Hold on.” Without any preamble, he slammed home.
Harley’s mouth opened in a silent scream as his long, thick cock forced its way past her swollen muscles and bumped her cervix. Biting her lip, she moaned. He filled and stretched her just right—enough to burn but not enough to truly hurt.
Knotting his hand in her hair, Jesse snatched her head back. “I win, so I have the control. That means you follow my rules. One, if I tell you to do something, you don’t question me. Two, you can’t come unless I give you permission. Three, if you want something you can have it . . . just as long as you ask nicely. And four, you have to answer my questions honestly.”
Questions? What questions?
“None of this means burying your dominance or being someone else, Harley. It means trusting me enough not to fight me. Trusting me to give you what you need. Trusting me not to do anything you won’t like. It means letting all the other shit go and giving yourself to me all the way. I know you’re strong enough to do that. And you will do it.”
Gripping her hips, Jesse backed them both up a little. “Now fuck yourself on me, Harley.”
The sheer power and dominance in that order pushed every defiant button she had. Bristling, her cat whipped her tail. Harley’s instinct was to fight him, but she had made him a deal. She might hate losing, but she never backed out on a promise. So she tightened her grip on the table and slammed her hips back into his, impaling herself on his cock over and over. She gasped as a wet finger began to push inside her ass. He often added a finger there when he fucked her, and she didn’t mind admitting that she liked it.
“Fuck me harder, sweetheart,” he rumbled. She powered her hips back to meet his. He groaned as her hot, slick pussy squeezed him tight. “You never answered me before. Has anyone ever had your ass, Harley?”
“No.”
He’d thought not. “Did anyone want it?”
“Can’t we talk later?” She was kind of busy here.
Curling an arm around her waist to still her movements, he growled into her ear, “Answer the fucking question.”
Never again would she agree to give the bossy bastard full control. “Yes,” she bit out. “The answer is yes.”
“Why didn’t you give it to them?” He pulled his finger almost all the way out of her ass and then roughly thrust it back in. “Don’t say you were saving it for your true mate.” It was something that most shifters did, but . . . “You had no intention of seeking him out and returning to the shifter world. So why didn’t you let anyone have your ass? Remember you have to answer me honestly.”
“It would have felt like I was letting them claim me.”
“That night at the hotel . . . would you have given me your ass if I’d asked for it?”
No. Maybe. Probably. “Yes.”
Satisfied, Jesse said into her ear, “Because you knew even then that this ass was only ever going to be mine.” He rotated his hips, hitting a spot deep inside her pussy that made her gasp. “I’m not going to fuck your ass now.” He needed to come too badly to patiently prepare her ass and fuck it nice and easy. “But I’ll have it soon.” His free hand slid up to close possessively around her breast. “Very soon.” And then he was ruthlessly pounding into her pussy, taking what was his.