Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128413 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
A growl before he reached up to undo his tie. “I’m going to spank you later for disrupting all my plans,” he threatened…only it wasn’t a threat at all.
His voice was thick, leopard eyes awash in emotion.
The alpha heart of him, it wrapped her in its embrace, holding her close to his primal warmth.
“You’re making me break all the rules.” Tie off, he looked at it for a long moment before hanging it carefully over the end of the headboard. His jacket he threw over the armchair after prowling over to that side of the bed.
Then, eyes of green-gold locked with hers, he began to undo his shirt. “Only for you,” he murmured in that rough, deep voice. “You understand that, Auden? I don’t let go of what’s mine.”
Her tears retreated under a wave of languorous warmth that made her toes curl. “Yes,” she whispered. “I understand.”
Her breath was no longer in any way steady, her breasts so tight that she was afraid the medication had worn off again, but when she touched one taut mound, it felt different. Hot, wanting.
Remi’s gaze followed her hand as he continued to open button after button to reveal a strip of golden skin faintly dusted with dark hair. “Take off your sweatshirt and touch yourself just that way.” It was an order.
The part of Auden that had been fighting for her freedom all her life thought she should rebel, couldn’t understand why she didn’t want to.
“It’s a game, little cat.” Piercing tenderness in Remi’s deep purr. “Played only between us. Because it makes you wet and me hard.”
The blunt carnal statement twined with raw affection had a whimper escaping her mouth and any thoughts of clinging to control slipping out of her grasp. As he pulled his shirt out of his pants to finish unbuttoning it, she reached for the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it over her head in a single move.
Remi hissed out a breath at her exposed body, her breasts bare because they’d ached too much for her to put her bra back on when the medication first wore off. “Fucking beautiful.” A petting growl that felt like a touch. “Do it. Hands on those gorgeous tits.”
The words he used, so rough and unpolished, they only made her…wetter. So wet that she saw his nostrils flare.
“Good girl,” he purred again. “That’s how I like you, so wet your musk sticks to my throat and makes me want to lick you up.” A narrowed gaze. “But we can’t do that yet—and we definitely can’t give my cock what it wants—because that’d be going straight to a hundred from a standing start. So we’ll do something else.”
He flicked a look at her unmoving hands. “Do what I said, Auden”—his voice dropping an octave—“or you’ll be punished.”
A game, she remembered. This was a game he was playing with her. Because cats liked to play games…and her lover was a cat.
A big, gorgeous, prowling predator.
He was also brutally protective. Never would he hurt her—or allow her to hurt herself.
She raised her hands to her breasts. She didn’t know what to do at first, just cupped them…and felt sensation shoot through her. Especially when he growled his approval and ripped off his shirt to throw it atop his jacket.
His hands dropped to his belt and so did her eyes…the belt, and the rigid bulge underneath. Her hands tightened on her breasts of their own volition, but she eased up when her nipples protested with a sharp twinge of pain. “They’re too sensitive,” she found herself saying in a whisper, as if in apology.
“See, my sweet, delicious Auden, you know how to play this game.” Sliding out his belt on that silken statement of approval, he folded it in half, then prowled over to run the strip of leather up her leg, over her abdomen, and up to tap against one heavy breast. “Because that’s what a good girl does. She tells her lover what feels hot, what doesn’t, and every single one of the naughtiest fantasies inside her beautiful head.”
A kiss, the belt thrown aside as he knelt on the bed and circled her throat with his hand while pressing her lips open with his own lips and tongue. There was nothing tentative or exploratory about this kiss—it held the stamp of ownership, as did the hand around her throat that tightened the merest fraction just then.
She shuddered and clutched at him with her hands.
Breaking the kiss, he smiled again, those wild eyes so inhuman that she felt it: she was in bed with a predator. Claws and teeth…and a cock that wanted to mount her. Her cheeks flushed at her own thoughts.
“So, my Auden likes this.” He ran the pad of his thumb over the skitter of the pulse in her throat. “Maybe I’ll get you a necklace with a little lock pendant on it. A reminder of who you call lover—the only man you’ll ever call lover.” A kiss proprietary and raw, his hand stroking her throat as he made love to her mouth in ways she hadn’t known were possible.