Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 285(@200wpm)___ 228(@250wpm)___ 190(@300wpm)
“Sit still.”
Drake’s tone had her wanting to scream in frustration at him. Instead, she meekly played along as he got out of the car and came around to open the door.
She took the hand he offered as she climbed out, and he didn’t release it as they walked toward his front door.
Bliss wanted to snatch her hand away. She wasn’t exactly the hand-holding type. That was another lesson she would have to give him. She was beginning to think she was putting up with a lot of crap just to get laid. He had better be good.
Drake opened his front door, saying, “Bliss?”
“Don’t worry, I’ll be quiet. I won’t wake Jace and Cal.”
“They aren’t home. I sent them to spend the night with Rachel.” He shook his head at her. “You always put words in my mouth. We’re going to have to work on that. What I was going to ask was, are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure.” Bliss started to go inside, but his arm came out, stopping her.
“I’m not Shade.”
She gave him an angry glare. “Believe me, I know you’re no Shade.”
His hand dropped so she could go inside. Drake followed behind her, closing and locking the door. For some strange reason, the sound sent a warning chill down her spine. Moreover, the look on his face was one she had never seen there before.
A split second later, she was pinned against the wall with Drake holding her up high enough that her feet were off the floor.
“Sweet Bliss, that was the last time I ever want to hear his name on your lips.”
Chapter 8
Drake saw the arousal in Bliss’s eyes. She expected him to fuck her against the wall. She believed she had won. She didn’t know him at all. Her relationships had all revolved around sex, and when he wouldn’t give her that, it had left her adrift. He was going to give her what she wanted, because he had pushed her too far while trying to wait for her to get over Shade.
Any good hunter knew it was time to change his hunting method if what he was doing wasn’t working. Bliss needed to believe she was in control. He could give her that … for now.
He didn’t give her his mouth. Holding her against the wall with one hand, he used the other to lift her top, exposing her breasts. Tugging it upward, he sucked a nipple roughly into his mouth, laving the tip into a hard bead. Then he used his teeth to graze the sensitized nipple, and Bliss arched her hips against his dick.
Drake lifted his head, letting her feet drop back to the floor. Roughly, he unbuttoned her tight leather pants and pulled them down her hips.
“How in the hell did you get into these?” he asked as he went to his haunches to peel them down.
“It wasn’t easy.” She stepped out of one leg then the other with his help.
“Bliss, nothing about you is easy.” Drake slung the pants away, still eye-level with her shaved pussy. “I have to admit that was worth the effort, though.” He leaned forward, letting his tongue slide along her slit. She was wet and tasted like pure bliss.
“I don’t have to ask how you got your nickname, I can taste it, it’s more addicting than Tate’s finest.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment, I think.” Bliss gasped.
“Believe me.” Drake’s tongue twirled against the engorged bud. “Nothing equals your pussy.”
Drake played with her clit until he heard small gasps coming from between from her lips. It was a start, but not enough. He wanted her screaming.
Using his fingers to part the fleshy lips, he blew on her clit until he saw the little pearl glistening with need. He rubbed his finger against it, wetting it enough to insert into her. Instead of plunging deep, he explored the walls of her sheath, tantalizing nerve endings already quivering to come.
Expertly finding the spot he was searching for, he rubbed his knuckle against her G-spot. The screams he was waiting for erupted from her throat as she clenched around his finger in a tight hold with strong muscles that didn’t want to let him go.
Bliss almost ripped his hair out as she tried to tug him upward. “I need you inside of me.” Her demand was hoarse as her blue-colored eyes stared pleadingly, her hands becoming even more frantic.
When Drake stood, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his cock, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped. Drake smiled wryly. That wasn’t the first time he had seen that look on a woman’s face.
“I’ve died and gone to heaven,” she proclaimed.
Drake took a condom out of his back pocket, tearing it open before he rolled it onto his large cock. Then, pressing his chest against hers, he lifted a slim thigh to his hip. His cock nudged her pussy and Bliss wiggled, trying to fit the tip into her opening.