Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
“Fine, be boring.” She turned to Jaime, who was sprawled on the neighboring blanket, and repeated the question.
“Lightning never hits the same spot twice,” said Jaime. Everyone laughed. “You know any?” she asked her mate.
“Pull the pin out and count to what?” said Dante.
Dominic plopped himself on the ground next to Zac. “I got one: Hold my beer while I do this.”
Taryn raised her hand. “Hey, what does this button do?”
“This doesn’t taste right,” said Marcus.
Bracken, a Mercury Pack enforcer, spoke. “It’s just a flesh wound.”
Ally offered, “No, dummy, that’s a dolphin fin.”
“What’s that red dot on your forehead?” said Makenna.
Amused in spite of himself—it was, after all, a completely pointless conversation—Ryan kissed her temple. He remained mostly silent while everyone talked about various things, and he noticed that his pack made a point of involving Makenna in conversations. The tension soon left her, satisfying both him and his wolf; they wanted her to be relaxed and happy here.
It pained Ryan that she had been a loner for so long. Pack should be everything to a wolf, and he wanted Makenna to have that. Wanted her to feel as secure and safe with these people as he did.
Grace clapped, getting everyone’s attention. “Right, let’s get this movie started.”
Since Kye and Willow were present, the movie had to be something “age appropriate.” So everyone munched, drank, and laughed as they watched Disney’s Toy Story. Dominic seemed to be enjoying it the most. Ryan couldn’t claim to be all that stimulated by talking toys, but then he’d never really been stimulated by normal toys. Still, he wasn’t bored; he was content to be with his mate—holding her, breathing her in, and listening to her laugh. It was a soft, melodic sound that played over his skin.
When the movie was over, the fire was put out and everyone cleaned up, packed things away, and headed back to the caves. Fingers knotted, Makenna and Ryan then walked to his room. “Tonight was a lot of fun,” she said as they reached his door. “I didn’t realize how much I needed to wind down until just now. Tha—”
“Don’t thank me,” he growled, drawing her into the room and closing the door.
“Why does my gratitude offend you?”
“I don’t need it.” He nipped her lower lip. “What I need is you beneath me.”
“I’m totally down with that plan.”
He backed her against the wall, sipping at her mouth. “Then open for me.” The second her lips parted, Ryan thrust his tongue inside, sweeping it against her own. She responded instantly, nails digging into his shoulders. The kiss was hot and hungry. He was hot and hungry. Drunk on the taste and scent of her.
Bunching the bottom of her dress in his hands, Ryan peeled it from her, revealing every luscious inch of the perfect little body that was all his. A body he’d soon be possessing. His cock was thick and full and hurting like a motherfucker. Cupping her breast a little too roughly, Ryan took her mouth again. He claimed and consumed it with his tongue and teeth as she clawed off his T-shirt.
Makenna tried to pull back, intending to tell him to take off his shoes and jeans, but he wasn’t having any of that. A growl rumbled into her mouth as one hand spanned her throat. The dominant move didn’t ruffle her wolf in the slightest. Maybe it was that the animal trusted him, or maybe it was just that she was in a good mood. Makenna, however . . . her natural defiance rose up fast.
She bit his lip, breaking the kiss. But before she could order him to release her, he snarled and reclaimed her mouth, squeezing her throat just enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to choke her. Then, his mouth still on hers, she was turned and forced to take backward steps to the bed.
“Lay down,” he rumbled.
In general, Ryan’s tone never changed. But in bed? That was a whole other matter. Right now, his tone was authoritative and brooked no argument. But she liked to argue. Another male might have engaged in a battle of wills with her. Ryan? He just pushed her down and pinned her there with his hold on her throat. She should not like the way he just maneuvered her where he wanted her.
Sliding his hand down to palm her breast, Ryan grazed her throat with his teeth. One day, he’d leave his irrevocable brand on that very spot. “I’m going to lick your pussy until you come on my tongue, Kenna. Then I’m going to fuck you. Come inside you. Mark what’s mine.”
Growling at the proprietary comment that dared her to object, she went to fight him.
“Don’t move.”
That assertive rumble made her freeze. Which pissed her off. Since when was she so submissive? Makenna bared her teeth. “For someone who doesn’t like talking, you’re awful fucking chatty in bed.” The bastard blew over her nipple, making it tighten painfully. Then he flicked it with his tongue before latching on tight. Her eyes fell closed.