His Innocent Mate (Unforgiven Country #1) Read Online Jenika Snow, Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Jordan Marie
Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
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“No going back,” he grumbles out.

“Good.”

He leans back, a dark, aroused look covering his face. I’m so turned on, soaking wet for him, needing Wyatt like I need to breathe. He takes a step back and I feel the chill of the air wash over my exposed skin.

I can see him looking me up and down, taking in his fill of my body, of what’s exposed.

“There will never be anyone but you for me, mate. No one else. When I’m done with you, Kendra, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.” He spanks my ass and I gasp in pleasure and a hint of pain. “My female.” He growls low, possessively. “Mine, Kendi. All. Fucking. Mine.”

“Good,” I say with a hint of challenge in my voice.

I find myself thrusting my ass against him, causing him to shove even deeper in me.

Wyatt wraps his fingers around the column of my neck, adding just the smallest amount of pressure. He doesn’t leave his hand there for that long before he smooths it down and rests it on the small of my back.

And then I feel his mouth at the side of my neck, the sound of him inhaling causing a shiver to work through me. He moves his mouth along my throat, strokes my skin with his tongue, and God, does it feel so good.

“I could come right now, Kendra. I’m barely hanging on.” He groans against my skin, his voice deeper, more distorted. “You’ll own me just as much as I own you.”

Yes.

I feel his canines, sharp points that tease and threaten to cause pain … that promise to have me tied to Wyatt always.

The sound that comes from him is gruff, dangerous sounding. It shouldn’t turn me on, but I become wetter. He runs his tongue along the side of my throat, those canines teasing me.

I picture him piercing my throat, marking me so his pack—so all shifters—know that I am his.

Everything is happening so fast, but I am not about to stop it.

I close my eyes and bite my lip. My pussy clenches around him, the pain from losing my virginity nothing compared to the pleasure I feel.

“Kendi, God, baby. This will only ever be for you.”

My throat tightens, and my mouth goes dry.

I look over my shoulder and see his nostrils flare slightly, his wolf flashing forward. I am tempting the beast. And it feels incredible.

“Fuck. I’ve been waiting for this—for you, Kendra—my whole life.”

I bite my lip hard, tasting blood.

Wyatt spanks my right ass cheek again, the sound of flesh being hit echoing.

“Fuck me hard, Wyatt.”

He growls low, his wolf flashing. “You want your mate to fuck you, Kendi, then so be it.” His voice is so harsh, so animalistic.

He keeps my chest pressed to the side of the bar, and I know this is the way of a shifter, how a female is positioned to be claimed. He wants access to my throat, to the creamy length of my neck for when he marks me.

And God, do I want him to mark me.

The moonlight washes over him, but there’s also the low glow from a parking lot light a few feet away, partially lighting him, letting me see what he’s doing.

He takes hold of his thick, huge cock, strokes it a few times, then moves back toward me. He curls a hand around my waist, pulls my lower half out, then slides his palm up my back.

He pushes my upper body forward so my ass is popped out.

I hold my breath.

I see—hear him—grit his teeth.

And just like that Wyatt claims my virginity, takes it for himself. It’s his, only his. Forever.

My inner muscles squeeze around the hard length of him, his cock, and he snaps his jaw closed.

“Fuck, Kendi. You’re so fucking tight.” He grunts out those words. “I’ve been waiting for this my entire life, baby.” He’s breathing so hard behind me, his hand on my waist, his nails digging into my flesh. No, not nails … claws. “So good, mate. Take all of me.” He growls those words as he continues to shove his shaft into me.

And then I feel his balls brush against the curve of my ass.

I feel so full, so consumed.

I can’t help but squeeze my inner muscles around his girth.

“I’m never letting you go.” His hold on me is fierce. “This is just the beginning.”

This feeling consumes me and I can’t explain it, but something rises up in me. It’s taking hold, scratching to break free. It’s still out of reach, but I can sense it, feel it try to take me over. Can Wyatt sense it? He’s breathing so heavy, so lost in the moment.

And as I want to delve deeper into this feeling, I can’t help but get lost in the pleasure, the soul-shattering sensations moving through me.


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