Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
I wrapped my arms around his waist, clinging to him for stability. I was upside down, my only view was of his back. I heard the door being thrown open, and then he dropped me on my feet. “Run, little human.”
I gave a shriek of laughter and took off through the small cabin, running for the bedroom where he’d tied me up.
Of course, he caught me as I reached the door, lifting me off my feet and throwing me to the bed. I bounced and landed all helter skelter, still bare from the waist down.
Hell, yes.
This was what I wanted. What I craved. To feel his strength. His power over me. For me to resist and be overpowered. Knowing I was perfectly safe with a man who would do anything for me, including take a bullet.
I rolled to my back and spread my legs, but Cody pounced. “Nope. You got gentle already. Now you’re getting it rough.” He flipped me to my belly. “Bad girls run from their mates.” He spanked me–not too hard, but fast. Enough to heat my skin and make me squirm with pleasure.
I moaned my agreement. “I was a bad, bad girl.” I definitely needed to be spanked and taken roughly.
He stopped and rubbed his fingers between my legs. “You’re so wet, sugar.” I heard the sound of him licking his fingers. “All that juice is for me, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathed, rubbing my cheek on the soft bedding.
He delivered another light flurry of spanks. “Spread your legs, baby. Show me that pretty pussy of yours.”
I obeyed, parting for him and lifting my ass. He growled, and I heard the tearing of fabric–he must’ve torn his sweats off instead of stepping out of them. The mattress dipped when he knelt behind me, shoving my thighs wider with his knees.
Cody caught my hips with a hard grip–like he didn’t know his own strength–and lifted them up until I rested on my knees with my chest still down on the bed.
His breath rasped in and out across his teeth. I peeked over my shoulder at him and nearly orgasmed at the sight. His eyes glowed wildly. His teeth were bared, his expression contorted into one of agony.
“I’ll try to go slowly,” he gritted, right before he impaled me with his cock in a swift thrust.
I cried out, reaching out and bracing my hands against the headboard.
Cody went still. “Sorry,” he muttered. “Sorry, sweet girl. Was that too hard?”
I could tell he was losing control. It was beyond sexy to have a man so in the throes of passion for me.
He held my waist and slid in and out of me, gliding smoothly. His groan filled the room.
I groaned with him. It felt so right to be filled by him. For his self-imposed restriction, all his gentleness and gentlemanliness, to fall away.
This was the raw version of Cody. The man-wolf who seemed like he couldn’t live without me. Who needed to claim me so desperately it was driving him mad.
His fingers tightened on my waist, and he started to pound harder. God, he was big! He stretched me, his length bottomed out against my insides. For a moment, it felt like too much, but then he reached around and lightly stroked my clit.
“Oh, God,” I moaned. Stars started to dance before my eyes.
“That’s right, sugar. I’m your god now.” Cody slammed in harder, shaking the bed, so it banged against the wall. “I’m gonna break this bed fucking you.”
“Oh, God,” I whimpered again. I was so close to coming, my inner thighs trembling, my channel squeezing around his dick.
“Riley…” Cody’s voice sounded choked. “Fuck, Riley. You’re so hot. You’re so…Fuck!” He roared and shoved deep into me, driving my hips back down to the bed, with his body covering mine as he came. He continued to rub my clit, making me come harder and harder, my juices drenching his cock.
My muscles spasmed around him, my hips bucked against the mattress.
I felt the prick of one of his canine teeth at my shoulder. Cody sucked in a sharp breath and drew back. “Not there,” he muttered. “I don’t want to leave a visible scar.”
He groan-growled–an animal-like sound that made my entire body shiver with pleasure–as he pulled out. “Are you ready, Riley?”
“I’m ready.” I was.
“Are you sure?”
I was so sure. “Do it.”
Cody walked backward on his knees, his large hands trailing down my sides as he went. “Here?” His breath feathered across my ass.
“Yes.”
His teeth punctured my skin there.
I cried out. There was sharp pain at first, but he immediately released his grip, withdrawing his teeth from my flesh.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, sugar. Are you all right?” He licked the wounds. “The serum on my teeth should provide pain-relief in a few moments, and my saliva will promote healing.”
“I’m okay,” I promised. It had been so quick. Endorphins must already be rushing in because all around the pain was the shimmer of pleasure.