Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
I take one finger and touch her lower belly. Her body jerks at the touch. I follow the path down her soft hairs until I reach her opening. I stroke through her slick folds once, twice, before I bring my finger to my mouth and finally taste her. As soon as it hits my tongue, I’m addicted. I lean forward, her musky clean scent tickling my nostrils as I breathe her in. I look up at her then, and I can see every emotion on her face. She wants this, she wants me. She’s telling me that she will do this for freedom, but I know the truth. She wants this.
Without taking my eyes off her, I swipe my tongue from her hole to her swollen bundle of nerves. Her body jerks at the pleasure, but I don’t slow down or give her time. No, I push my tongue against her firmer as she rocks her hips against my face.
Chapter 8
Penny
The plan was to seduce Bruin. It was to get him to let me go. Instead I’ve got my legs wide open and his tongue is taking me to orgasm after orgasm. Each time he takes me over the edge, he keeps going, pushing me further and further.
“Again, Penny. Give it to me again,” he moans against the inside of my thigh before biting me there and I’m coming all over again.
I have no control here. My hand is wrapped around his hair, holding him to me as I come on his chin over and over. I’m on the very cusp of begging him to fuck me and that thought hits me like a ton of bricks.
I’m about to beg him to fuck me. It’s on the tip of my tongue and the thought of it has my whole body going stiff. I use my hand to push him away, but it’s not an easy feat. He’s like a starving man that just found food and he’s feasting on me. He finally breaks away.
He stands up then, his cock weeping, cum pouring out of him. I barely stop myself from reaching for him, kissing him there, and taking him in my mouth.
I stand up. “I have to go,” I tell him, walking past him. As if he’s dazed, he doesn’t come for me at first, letting me put space between us, but I know he will have no trouble catching up with me. I shift into my bear, running back the way I came, thick tears coating and wetting my fur.
I turn and his brown bear is behind me, running after me, but giving me the space that I need.
As soon as I see his cabin, I shift into human form and grab my clothes, running in the back door and not stopping until I’ve reached my room.
Only seconds go by, and the door slams open. I’m dressed now, making it easier to face him. He has his jeans back on but that’s it, and his thick bulge is pressed against the zipper.
He starts to walk toward me, but I yell “no” at him and he stops instantly.
With my hands held up, I explain. “I thought I could do it. I thought I could give myself to you in exchange for you letting me free. But I can’t do it. I can’t. I can’t be a club slut to be disrespected and used. That’s not who I am.”
He starts to walk toward me, but I take three steps back. “No, please.” My shoulders sag in defeat. “I’ll be leaving soon… either you’ll turn me over to the Eaters or you’ll let me free, but either way, I’ll have what little dignity I have left.”
I grab the T-shirt he gave me to sleep in the night before and walk to the bathroom, waiting for him to stop me, to give me a reason to stay, but he doesn’t.
Bruin
I won’t let her leave. That’s the first thought that goes through my head. She thinks I want to use her, fuck her like a club slut, but that’s not the case. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. I almost stopped her from walking into the bathroom, but I know she needs time, she needs to process all this. It’s obvious she’s inexperienced. Her father has died, her half-brother wants to sell her, and the club, my brothers, probably want to kill her. It’s too much and I pushed too hard too fast.
I should have walked away back at the spring. I knew what she was offering and even though I was pissed that she thought I would fuck her to set her free, I still couldn’t turn away or turn her down. Just the image in my head of her wet pussy has me hard again. I don’t want her offering her perfect sweet pussy up to any other man, not for freedom—fuck, not for anything.