Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“Girl, I don’t know what you’re doing,” Tally said, hushed but frantic. “But trying to outrun Kasias when he’s gunning for you is probably a bad fucking move.”
I snapped my head in her direction, knowing I looked like a deer caught in headlights. I felt my eyes widen. “He’s my mate.”
She gave me this smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes, as if she knew this Kasias shifter was more male than I’d ever come up against in my life.
I looked back at him. He was closer now, but he was taking his time getting to me, or maybe everything was seemingly in slow motion. Either way, fear and nervousness, the unknown, had me moving backward until I found myself standing in the center of the darkened hallway that led to the backdoor of the bar. But I was frozen in place now as I watched him—heard him growl in frustration that I was retreating.
And when he was only a few feet from me, he stopped, his nostrils flaring slightly, his eyes closing, and this rough, deep growl left him. I felt the vibrations all the way down to my pussy, which clenched. The bitch knew this man had what it needed to ease this burn in me, this lust.
He opened his eyes and took another step toward me. “Mine,” he growled out, more animal than human.
I couldn’t help but inhaled as well, my body growing soft at his scent. It was all male. It was all mine. He smelled of spice and of the wilderness, a heady scent of his polar bear ready to claim me. And when I lowered my gaze down to that bulge I spotted earlier, I felt my eyes widen as I got a good look at how aroused he was. His cock was long and thick, pressed against one side and barely restrained by the denim. God, he was… huge.
He was in front of me in just a blink of an eye, his big body stealthy like a sleek, feral wild animal.
“Mate,” he grunted, flashing his teeth, his canines elongated.
A shiver wracked my body as I stared at those twin points. I couldn’t help but imagine him at my throat, those teeth buried in my neck, his cock deep in my pussy. He’d mark me, push his scent into my bloodstream, make me take his cum. He’d fill me at both access points so that any male would forever know I was his.
His scent would be a permanent thing on my body, a visual and olfactory reminder that if any male fucked with me, they’d deal with him.
“Kasias.” I found myself saying his name, remembering what Tally called him.
He made this low, desperate sound from within his chest.
“My name sounds good coming from my mate’s lips.” He stepped closer, and I moved one back. “I want to hear you scream it out as I stretch you with my cock and fill you with my cum.”
A gasp left me at his crude, obscene words. But I wanted more. They turned me on even more.
He was so close now, my back to the cold wall, his big body towering over me. My eyes were level with his nipples, the definition of his pectoral muscles causing my mouth to water and my throat to tighten. All I smelled was him. All I felt was his body heat. He wasn’t even touching me, yet here I was aching for him in so many ways I felt crazed from it.
My pussy was soaked, a constant flow of cream leaving me. I was so ready for him, my body prepared even more now than it had been.
He lowered his head to my neck, still not touching me, but close enough I felt the current of alacrity travel through him and into me. I heard him inhale and couldn’t stop myself from closing my eyes, the sound of him doing that one act going right to my clit and causing the little bundle of nerves to swell and throb even more.
“You’re primed, my female.”
God, his voice was the deepest I’d ever heard, the most masculine voice one could ever imagine a male to have. He pulled back only enough that he could look into my eyes.
He lifted his hands and placed them on the wall beside my head, caging me in, his face eye level with mine. I hadn’t missed the size of his palms, ones as big as my face, slightly calloused… working man’s hands. The way he lowered his eyes to my mouth had me clenching my thighs together. He looked so very… hungry for me.
“And you’re in need of your male to help you with that, aren’t you?”
“Your male.”
He said that with so much arrogance, as if he knew he’d be the only one to ever make me feel good.