Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
“Thought I’d play a little blackjack,” I say. “Maybe some roulette.” God, he’s so good looking. I’m very aware of my nakedness under this robe.
“Don’t get cute with me,” he says in a growl.
“I’ve never been cute in my life.” No truer words.
“I’m serious. Why are you here? What’s he after?”
“He?”
He grins. “You’re getting cute again. You know exactly who I’m referring to.”
“Wayne Newton?”
Is sarcasm a good way to seduce a rogue alpha were? I’m not sure, but it seems to be what I’m going for.
He stalks toward me and then stops abruptly, closing his eyes. “This can’t be.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
He stays silent for a few beats of his own heart.
Yes, I can hear his heart beating, his blood thrumming through his veins. Wolf blood. I breathe through my mouth so as not to inhale its lusty animal fragrance.
Fuck.
He opens his eyes. “Don’t play games with me, princess.”
“I told you, I’m not—”
He closes the distance between us with two quick steps and grabs the front of my robe. “What the hell is wrong with me?”
“Good question. Let go of me.”
He tightens his fist for a few seconds but then lets me go, leaving a good portion of my cleavage exposed. I want to close the robe, but I don’t. I’m supposed to seduce him, after all.
“Tell me why you’re here.”
“I told you.”
“Blackjack and roulette. Yeah. Now tell me the truth.”
His voice is so low, like a raspy growl. My gums itch. God, they itch. My fangs are going to drop if I don’t get control of myself. My nipples are so hard they could cut glass.
I need some blood, and right now I want his. I ache for his. Lusty wolf blood. What must it taste like? Better than the bagged shit I cop from the hospital, no doubt.
And not just his blood calls to me.
His body. His lips. I want them on mine. I want what must be a gorgeous big cock inside me, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
Only a foot separates us. His breath is warm, and his heart thumps wildly in cadence with mine. How easy it would be to melt into his hard body, wrap my arms around him, and—
With one quick step, he closes the distance between us, grabs me, and crushes his mouth to mine.
His warm tongue probes the seam of my lips, and I part them to let him in.
He tastes of whiskey and man, of outdoors and animal. Of pure and complete lust.
I give in to the kiss, let my tongue wrap around his, and coil into him. My bare breasts press against his hard chest, and my nipples tighten even further.
I’ve kissed many men in my life, but no kiss in the world equals this one.
Soft moans evolve in my throat and hum into his mouth. He responds with his primal growl, which I feel as well as hear—as if a bulldozer is rumbling into my body.
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
No hoops here, but he seems interested. Very interested. And so am I.
He deepens the kiss then, our mouths fused together in lust and passion. I surrender to the embrace, to him.
I’ll do anything for him.
Anything.
And that thought at once seems so right.
And so wrong.
This isn’t me.
This isn’t Hannah Bates.
Oh, but it is.
This man. This kiss—
He jerks away, breaking the kiss and panting, his eyes wide and feral.
I touch my lips, let my fingers roam over where he was. Swollen, puffy, sensitive. And still wanting more.
“I don’t understand,” he says.
Is he speaking to me?
“What?” I ask.
He grabs a fistful of my hair. “God, I want to fuck you.”
I close my palm around his warm fist. “What’s stopping you?”
His mouth comes down on mine once more.
5
I’m an animal, now. No longer human or vampire.
An animal, feral and primal, instinct taking over for reason, for intuition, for emotion.
Give yourself to him. Fuck him.
Mate with him.
Our tongues tangle and duel. Our hearts pound in synchrony. Our bodies throb in tandem. He pushes his erection against me, and my legs weaken as electricity pulses between them.
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
God, yes.
All I want is him, kissing me, touching me, fucking me into oblivion.
Except—
No!
I push against his hard chest, our lips releasing with a smack.
He pushes a few strands of hair that have come loose out of his eyes. “Are you a cock tease now, princess?”
I’ve never been a cock tease in my life, but this is all too easy. Way too easy. What didn’t my father tell me?
“I don’t even know your name,” I lie.
“Sure, you do. Daddy must have told you all about me.”
“He didn’t.”
A low growl emerges from his throat. “Lying doesn’t look good on you, princess.”
“Stop calling me that.”
“Then stop lying. You know exactly who I am.”
I pause a few seconds. What the hell? “Victor Rogan. Owner of The London. Alpha were.”