Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
“The vibrator doesn’t make me come as hard as you do,” she said, surprised she could speak while his fingers were thrusting in and out of her, hitting her most sensitive zones with unerring accuracy. “But it also doesn’t make me do things I don’t want to do.”
“What do I make you do that you don’t want to do?”
“You make me say I’m yours.”
“You are.” He thrust his fingers deep to punctuate his point.
“I don’t like to say it.”
She didn’t like to admit it, Zander thought. There was a distinct difference. “Why? Is it because you worry I’ll one day give you back?”
Gwen shrugged one shoulder. “Maybe.”
He withdrew his fingers. “Baby . . . I couldn’t give you up even if I wanted to.” He tilted her hips toward him, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and swiped his tongue between her slick folds. Her taste blasted through him, and he groaned. “I love going down on you.”
Zander ate at her pussy, licking and suckling while she bucked and moaned. He growled each time he was rewarded with more of her cream. She tasted so fucking good, smelled so fucking good. As her moans turned into curses because he wouldn’t let her come, he scooped up some cream with his finger and slipped it into her ass.
Gwen’s back bowed a little. “Jesus, Zander, you need to give a girl some warning before you go shoving things up her—” She cut off as he lightly suckled on her clit. “Fuck. Don’t stop.” But of course he stopped, the jerk.
“I want to be in you when you come.” Zander lowered her legs, satisfied when she locked them around his waist. He curled his tongue around her nipple just because, and her fingers delved into his hair. Those fingers tugged hard when he plucked the taut bud with his teeth.
“No biting,” she hissed.
So he bit her. Right on the swell of her breast. “You like it when I bite you.” His wolf fucking loved it. Zander grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, staring into blue eyes that were hazy with need. The sight made his balls ache. “I’m going to hold you down.”
Gwen swallowed, totally mesmerized by the stamp of feral possessiveness on his face.
“No struggling. Just take it.” Zander slowly sank into her, gritting his teeth as her pussy squeezed his cock. Fuck, she was so damn tight. Yet, he always slid smoothly inside . . . because she was made to take him. Once he’d buried every inch of himself inside her, he groaned into her ear. “Gonna make my baby come long and hard, until she can’t even breathe.”
“I am totally up for that, just in case there was any doubt.”
His lips curved as he reared back. “Good.” Zander slammed home, driving himself deep. Heels dug into his ass, and her pussy rippled around him. Grunting into her neck, he pumped his cock in and out of her body. Every stroke was hard, wild, possessive. She didn’t struggle against his hold on her wrists. She took what he gave her, and that sent his pleasure soaring.
“Do you have any idea how hot you looked with my dick in your mouth? Any idea how hot it was when I came right down your throat and you swallowed every drop I gave you?” He bit her earlobe. “Know what else you’ll do one day? You’ll take my cock up your ass.”
Gwen shook her head, even though she knew she’d let him do it. Hell, she’d let him do just about anything as long as he made her come.
He lifted his head to pin her gaze. “You will, Gwen. And you’ll love it. If I wasn’t so possessive of this pussy, I might have considered sticking your vibrator in it while I take your ass.” He plunged harder, drove deeper, took everything she had to give. Every moan spurred him on. Every flutter of her pussy pushed him closer to coming. And he was so close now . . .
He kept on slamming into her, until her pussy became so tight and hot that it was almost too much. He knew she was hanging on that same edge, knew exactly what would throw her over. Because as much as she pissed and moaned about him biting her, she fucking loved it.
Zander sank into his teeth into her throat, growling as her pussy clamped down on him and she came with a choked scream—back arching, heels digging into his lower back. He rammed his cock deep again and again until, spine locking, he exploded inside his mate.
As always, a sense of peace crept over him. He might not have claimed her yet, might not have the bond, but she still got to him in a way that no one and nothing else ever could. There was no doubt in his mind that she was his mate. He just needed to find a way to make sure there was no doubt in hers.