Series: Star Moon Pack Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Either that or I’m going to have to rip her throat out.
For now, I satisfy my pride by listening to the way she whimpers beneath me, snarling but also lifting her hips, searching for relief. That’s how it is for a healthy, young wolf, especially one barely out of the grip of her first shift. Everything is more intense, and it takes nothing to become aroused.
“Look at you,” I whisper, grinning down at her while my hand finds the heat between her thighs. Even through her leggings, it’s obvious she’s dripping wet, her muscles pulsing, her pussy hungry and ready to be filled. “Tell me again how much you don’t want this.”
“Go to hell.” She grits through her teeth, her hair forming a pretty halo around her head.
“Little wolf, that was settled a long time ago.” I rub her through her clothes, massaging her mound, pressing hard on her slit. She closes her eyes, her fists twisting the sheets, and her mouth opens in absolute pleasure as I work her expertly, driving her higher and higher, wiping out all thoughts of taking back the bond. “I’m not the hero here. I’m going to hurt you, drag you to the pits of hell with me, and make you come all over my dick while you do it.”
There is nothing in her world at this moment but sheer pleasure, nothing more important than chasing her high. A high only I can deliver. She has no hope of freeing herself of me when I give her this. “That’s right,” I croon, watching pleasure take hold and wishing I could join in. “Take what you want. Take it, Liliana. Come for me again.”
I wait until she’s close, teetering on the edge, before letting up the pressure and pushing myself off the bed. “Now you think about that,” I mutter, struggling to hold myself back when what I really want is to bury my face between her legs again and lick up everything that gushed forth for me. My cock is at the point where it feels like it might snap in two. I have to stop this before it’s too late.
“You’re leaving?” She pushes herself up onto her elbows, her breath escaping in ragged gasps.
“Funny, just a few minutes ago, you couldn’t wait for me to get out of here.” The satisfaction of watching her step into her own trap is almost enough to wipe out my wolf’s disappointment at not getting what he wants. “Goodnight, Lili.” I’m out the door before she lets out a strangled growl, and I don’t bother stifling my laughter as I walk away.
15
LILI
“I’m afraid with things being as they are at the moment, this is the best we can do.” My father steps aside so I can enter my new room. I didn’t even know I was getting a new room until around two minutes ago when he showed up at my door and told me to join him on the top floor of the building. I had no idea what to expect. Even now that I’ve seen it with my own eyes, I can’t wrap my head around it.
I turn to him, searching for understanding in his smile. “This is my new room? But I was fine in the other one.”
“As it is, this is less than what you deserve. You’re a shifted wolf now, remember? You don’t belong here anymore.”
Not belonging, I’m used to. That’s not what I have trouble with. All I had to do was find my wolf, and all of a sudden, I deserve so much more than I ever had before. I always knew that was how things went—I knew not to take the treatment personally, even if some pack members didn’t seem to agree. Some of them tormented me for the sheer thrill of bringing me pain. But for the most part, I was pushed aside because of the whole inability-to-shift thing.
Being given another room at the drop of a hat, however, is a little much to wrap my head around.
“Once the other packs are out of here, we’ll be able to get you something better. Something that’s really yours. Right now, all of the unused properties are full.”
“You don’t have to explain it. This is… so much more than I could have hoped for,” I admit with a soft laugh. “I never expected it.”
This isn’t a room. It’s a suite with a living room, a small kitchen, and even a private bathroom. It’s the bathroom I’m most excited about—I haven’t ever enjoyed a bathroom of my own since, of course, when we were kids, I had to share with my sister. No more having to go down the hall in the middle of the night. No more trying to avoid others so I won’t end up being tormented by somebody with a hard-on for making me miserable.