Savage Read online Renee Rose (Wolf Ranch #4)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Ranch Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
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The sound of flesh slapping flesh, our ragged breaths filled the air.

“Aw, you just got so wet, sugar. You like having your hair pulled?”

Did I? No one had ever done it before.

I whimpered my assent. I sure liked it when he did it, anyway. But then, I liked everything he did. Somehow, he’d mastered the art of being both respectful and dirty at the same time. I felt safe with him, even with his huge size and strength. He was fucking me like I was a two-dollar hooker, and yet he was making sure I was right there with him. I was. I so… fucking was.

I felt the headboard lean as he moved his hand and braced against it, too, and he plowed deeper, right into my g-spot. His loins slapped my ass, activating every pleasure center. My swollen breasts rubbed over the bedcovers, my pussy gushed with arousal. I wanted it. Needed it, and I’d already come once. I rarely came more than one time, but this time, nothing was going to stop it.

“Clint,” I started whimpering, my need for release getting close again.

“Becky… sugar… I’m going to come,” he warned. “I’m going to fill you up.”

“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, so ready.

He pounded into me, and I arched my back, spread my legs wide and braced my arms to take every wild thrust. This was more intense than the time in the storeroom. Wild. Frantic. As if we couldn’t get enough. It was… savage. Both of us were.

“Please,” I whimpered, even though it was already happening. I was out of my mind—didn’t know what I was saying. I reached between my legs, touched my clit. It was so big, so hard and swollen. “Please, Clint, please.”

“Yes!” he roared. “Fuck, yes!” He was a wild beast, pounding over me in a capturing, violent hug from behind. His arms banded around me, and we bounced on the bed and rolled to the side, while he continued to jerk and come inside me.

I swore I felt the heat of his cum hitting my inner walls, searing me with his essence. If I wasn’t already pregnant, that would have done it.

“Ouch!” I startled when something sharp pricked my shoulder.

Clint jerked so hard both our bodies lifted into the air and flopped back down on the mattress like we were on a trampoline. “Oh, shit, Becky, I think I bit you.” He sounded a little panicked.

“I know you did,” I laughed ruefully. “I felt it.” I reached up to cover the place that stung and throbbed. “Oh my God, I think it’s bleeding.”

“I know, I’m sorry. Shit, I’m so sorry.” Clint moved my hand and—to my shock—licked the place his tooth had punctured my skin. The throbbing immediately eased.

“Seriously. I don’t even know how that’s possible.” I tried to imagine how his teeth could be so sharp because he hadn’t bitten me that hard.

“You felt so good,” he groaned, trying to catch his breath. “I lost control. I will never bite you again, I promise.”

“It’s okay,” I murmured, already sleepy after the two orgasms. The idea of him getting that turned on, that kinky, that he wanted to bite me, well, was over the top. Knowing I made him that wild filled me with female power. “I’m fine.”

“Fuck,” Clint whispered, but he settled behind me, curling his larger body around mine and wrapping an arm over my waist. He splayed his palm right over my abdomen, like he knew about the pregnancy. Like he was laying claim to the baby. Or protecting it.

But that was silly. He couldn’t know because it was dark, and I’d covered his hand with mine, so he wouldn’t slide it around and explore the shape of my belly.

As I drifted off to sleep, I heard myself humming contentedly, my voice mimicking the pleasure in my body. The warmth in my limbs. The satisfaction of feeling Clint’s cum leaking from my slit as he held me in his arms and brushed his lips in my hair.

For now, I was happy. Safe. Sated. The rest? It wasn’t going away, but it could wait.

11

CLINT

I marked my mate!

My wolf was off the fucking rails.

Now, as the first morning light filtered through the windows, he was just as content as could be because as far as he was concerned, I was right where I was supposed to be. My mate was sleeping in my arms. My cum had dried between her legs. My scent was permanently embedded in her skin to mark her as mine. No one could doubt who she belonged to now.

My pup grew in her belly.

Yeah, she kind of missed telling me about that.

If things weren’t so damn precarious between us—if she understood that she now belonged to me for the rest of her sweet life—I’d turn her over my knee and spank her juicy ass for keeping her pregnancy a secret.


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