Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I search my phone map for the closest, fanciest hotel and drive Rayne there. I have the cash Greg paid me from working at the auto shop, and I’m happy to blow the entire wad on making tonight perfect for Rayne.
Tonight, I will make her mine.
Rayne
Wilde checks us into a luxury hotel in downtown Phoenix and draws me a bath while he orders room service.
“They think I’m having a party up here with the seventeen burgers I just ordered.” He grins.
I smile back. The giddiness that’s taken over me is completely foreign. I’m trembly and light.
Wilde called my mom on the way to the hotel to let her know I was safe but he had to claim his mate, and we wouldn’t be back until morning. I heard her laugh-crying as he ended the call.
He strips my clothes off and lifts me into the full bathtub. Using a washcloth, he cleans every inch of me.
The food comes, and he brings it into the bathroom, crouching beside the tub to feed me from his own hand, his watchful gaze never leaving my face.
He strokes my hair back. “I wish I’d seen your wolf. I’ll bet she’s magnificent.”
This time, it doesn’t hurt to hear he’s interested in my wolf. He’s also told me he doesn’t care if I never shift again.
“You’re going back to Duke,” I tell him. I don’t want him to throw away his future to stay here while I finish high school. It doesn’t make sense.
He hesitates. “I’ll finish football season. Then I’m transferring to ASU. That’s where you’re going, right?”
I melt a little more. “Yes.” I finish the last burger and stand from the tub. “That sounds like a good plan.”
Wilde wraps a towel around me and dries me off. In the bedroom, a champagne bucket stands beside the bed.
“Ooh. Fancy. How did you manage? You’re not even twenty-one.”
“Fake I.D., baby.” He winks and crooks a finger at me. “Come here.” He pours the champagne and hands me one glass, wrapping an arm behind my back. “I love you, Rayne Lansing.” He tugs the towel wrapped under my armpits open and kisses between my breasts. “I love how small you are.”
I brace for it, but his mention of my size doesn’t hurt. I feel only love from him and for him. I sense his adoration of my body. I do believe that he finds me perfect, just as I am.
He kisses a circle around my nipple. “I love how soft you are.” He sucks one nipple into his mouth. “I love how sweet you taste.”
I pull his shirt off over his head. I want to taste him, too. I straddle his lap and nibble his neck.
“You want to mark me, little she-wolf?” Wilde chuckles. “Go ahead. I can take it.”
Of course, female wolves don’t mark their mates. We don’t have the serum that coats our teeth to permanently embed our scent in another. I nip Wilde anyway, and my pussy gets wet picturing his claiming of me.
“Oh, fuck, Rayne.” Suddenly, I’m on my back, Wilde on top of me, pinning me down. “You think I can’t smell that sweet nectar of yours?” His eyes glow green, the muscles in his chest flex, making me dizzy with lust.
He crawls down between my legs, cupping my ass in his large hands, and licks into me.
I surrender to the sensation. The heat of his wet tongue, the delicious stroking of my most delicate parts.
“Wilde,” I moan.
“That’s right, baby. I want to hear my name while I’m eating you.”
I repeat it. A lot. Because he gives me the tonguing of the century, licking and lapping at my folds, sucking and nibbling, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm.
“Wilde, I need more,” I cry out.
He lifts his head, his lips glossy with my juices. “I thought I was giving you more.”
“I need you. Your cock. Please.”
His grin is so cocky. “Say no more, baby. My mate will be satisfied.” He shucks his jeans and boxers and climbs up over me.
I can hardly breathe. I'm so excited. My body trembles everywhere. I just came five times on Wilde’s tongue, but he didn’t use his fingers at all, and the anticipation for penetration has me out of my mind with need.
I reach for him as he climbs up over me, but he grins and rolls me to my belly. “Spread your legs, beautiful.”
I part my legs wide, and he kneels between them and rubs the head of his cock over my sopping entrance.
“Lift your hips.” Wilde tucks a pillow under my pelvis to lift my ass, then gives it a slap.
“Mmm,” I moan.
He squeezes my cheek roughly and then eases into my tight entrance. I love the sensation of him snug inside me. Filling me. Taking me.
And now, soon, claiming me.
Wilde goes slowly, filling me, pulling back, filling me again. Every time he presses in, I groan in satisfaction. He fists my hair and lifts my head to give me a searing kiss from the side. He starts to thrust a little harder, snapping his hips to get in deep. When the force pushes me up on the bed, he catches my nape to hold me in place.