Hunted (The Dark in You #9) Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: The Dark in You Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 127527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 638(@200wpm)___ 510(@250wpm)___ 425(@300wpm)
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Feeling her slick inner muscles tighten, he upped the pace of his thrusts. “Get ready to come for me.” Releasing her breast, he skimmed his hand down her body and rolled his fingertip around her clit once, twice.

She came, groaning hard, her pussy squeezing his fingers tight and bathing them in more hot liquid.

He didn’t stop thrusting, drawing out her release. “Yeah, keep coming.”

Once her orgasm passed, she slumped back against him.

He slowly withdrew his fingers and then sucked them clean. “Straighten up for me a little. I need to be in you. That’s it.”

He reached down, fisted his cock, and then wedged the head inside her. Gripping her hip tight, he began to push in. Slow, smooth, insistent. Until every inch of him was crammed inside her. “Hold tight to the wall. I’m not gonna go easy on you.”

A delicate sniff. “I don’t recall asking for easy.”

He felt his lips hitch up. “You might wish you had.” And then he powered into her. Harder and faster than he ever had before, burrowing impossibly deep every time.

She didn’t flinch away. Didn’t complain. She arched to meet his thrusts, her soft moans and hoarse rasps drifting through the air.

Possessiveness beat in his blood, fueling his pace. She felt so insanely good he wished he never had to stop. That he could be in her, taking her, twenty-four/seven. It would probably kill them both, but there was no better way to go.

He licked over the curve of her shoulder. “A bite mark would look good on you right here. My mark.” He put his mouth to her ear. “I want my venom in you. Want it flowing through your veins, where you’ll never get it out.”

Ignoring the part of her that was all for that, Larkin shook her head. “Not happening. Ever.”

He went still behind her, and then cold air wafted up her back.

Crap. “No,” she told the demon, “I can’t keep doing this with you. Biting is out. Deal with it.”

The entity nuzzled her throat, its chest rumbling with an animalistic sound of warning. The hand on her breast squeezed tight enough to make her gasp, and then she was being savagely fucked.

Larkin tightened her hold on the doorframe. It was that or go flying from the force of the thrusts. The demon took her how it always took her—with little finesse, with a sense of entitlement, with a mind selfishly focused on chasing its own pleasure. Yet, it was a ride that neither she nor her demon could help but relish.

It wouldn’t be long before she came. Her release was already close—a coiled force in her core that could explode outward at any moment.

She reared back to meet every powerful lunge, needing more, needing its cock deeper. If she could—

The breast it was holding suddenly felt a little too warm. Her skin quickly heated to an unbearable height, yet the pain was somehow pleasure. Oh hell, the demon was branding her. And quite honestly, that knowledge only shoved her closer to coming.

Her inner entity all but clapped, delighted. And as her skin cooled and the thrusts hastened, the force in her core wound tighter.

The demon fisted her hair, wrenched her head to the side, and bit into her shoulder. Hard. Driving its teeth down deep, piercing the skin.

And injecting its venom into her.

She hissed at the burn and came. Fuck, she came. The white-hot bliss violently thundered through her, making her eyes go blind and her mind go blank because the pleasure left no room for anything else.

She bucked. She screamed. She lost herself in the moment, barely noticing when the demon found its own release.

Finally, her orgasm subsided. Her unsteady breaths sawing at her throat, she leaned back against the solid body behind her. A tongue laved the bite as a rumbly nicker fanned her shoulder. The demon released her hair, nuzzled her throat yet again, and then . . .

“You sure know how to press my beast’s buttons,” said Teague.

“Press its buttons?”

“Like you don’t know that your ‘no biting’ statements only came across as a challenge to it.”

Okay, yes, she had known that. “I didn’t expect it to act on that, though.”

“More fool you for thinking it was safe to taunt a hellbeast,” he said, slipping his softening cock out of her. “Their minds don’t work like ours.”

“Your mind doesn’t work like anyone’s I’ve ever met.”

“Aw, thanks, baby,” he said with a smile as he scooped her up.

“It wasn’t actually a compliment.”

He carried her into the small bathroom. “Sounded like one to me.” Setting her on her feet, he got a good look at the brand on her breast. His mouth curved, so he seemingly approved. “You’re purposely not looking at it,” he noted. “Why? Are you pissed about it?”

That depended on what the brand looked like. “Your demon didn’t give me a third nipple or something, did it?”


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