Stranded with a Dirty-Talking Shifter Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22517 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
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I want him to consume me. I want him to own me. I want him to do all those dirty things he said.

His wet skin is so warm despite the cold. I explore it with my hands, sliding my palms up his big muscular arms and over his chest as he groans hungrily into my mouth.

A burst of heat explodes through my body as I slide my hand over his hard rippling abs. I want to keep moving down, but I stop myself at his navel.

He must sense my hesitation because he pulls away from my mouth.

“You can touch it,” he growls over my lips. I moan at the taste of his hot breath. This man is driving me wild. I don’t understand it. It’s like he’s hijacked my libido.

I’ve never been interested in anyone like this, and thirty seconds with this man, and I’m already reaching for his naked cock.

What the hell is happening?

My fingers tingle from being so close to it. But still, I hesitate.

He wraps his hand around my wrist and it makes me whimper. He’s so strong. I doubt he realizes how much strength he has.

“What’s your name, baby?” he growls.

His eyes are running all over me, looking from my mouth to my breasts to my eyes to my neck. He can’t seem to get enough of what he’s seeing.

“Layla,” I whisper. “And you?”

He ignores my question and repeats my name in a low voice over and over again. “Layla. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Maybe it’s hearing my name, but something in my brain snaps. It feels like I’ve awakened from some kind of spell. Not fully, but enough to realize how crazy this all is.

I step back and make some firm eye contact.

“I’m sorry,” I say, realizing how breathless I am. “Who are you?”

“I’m Oliver,” he says as he takes a step toward me.

I put my hand up and take a step back. The rain is finally easing a bit.

Keeping my distance from him is harder than I’m making it seem. I desperately want to be back in his embrace with his mouth on mine and his hands on my aching body.

But that just makes me more determined to find out what the hell is going on.

“And you’re… a shifter?”

He nods as he gazes into my eyes. He looks so damn sexy in the rain. Water is dripping down his vast chest, along the ridges of his shredded abs, and onto his—Whoa! He’s hard!

His cock is enormous. I try to look away, but it’s so thick. So long. So… fucking tempting.

My pussy aches like never before as I stare at his big masculine balls swaying below and the long vein running up his shaft.

He’s not even trying to hide it. Not even pretending like he’s not hard for me.

“But,” I say as I put my hand over my eyes. I can’t think straight with that monster in view. “Why are we…? What is happening with…?”

I can’t even talk. My heart is racing. My pussy is throbbing. I want that beautiful thing inside me and I don’t know why.

“You don’t know?” he asks with a sexy little grin.

“Know what?”

He steps forward, but this time I don’t back away. I can’t.

Oliver puts his warm hand on my chest, right over my heart.

“You know,” he whispers as he gazes into my eyes. I could fall into that gaze for the rest of eternity. “You know that we’re…”

“Mates.”

The word just comes out of my mouth.

But as soon as I say it, it all makes sense. The inexplicable yearning, the intense need. The reason why I’ve never fallen for another boy before, the reason why I’ve never even had a crush.

It was all for him. I was waiting for him.

My mouth drops as it all falls into place.

I’m mated with a bear shifter. I’m mated with him.

Holy hell.

“That’s right,” he growls as he takes my chin in his big hand. Raindrops land on my parted lips as he tilts my head up. “I’m your mate, baby. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time and I’m not going to wait any longer.”

He presses his lips to mine and steals the air from my lungs. He tastes so good. I never want to stop kissing this man.

“You’re my girl,” he whispers between kisses. “That means this hot little mouth is mine, these luscious round tits are mine, and that sweet wet treasure between your legs is mine.”

“Oh,” I moan when I feel his palm slide up my stomach and onto my breast. He squeezes it hard, letting me know just who it belongs to.

“Are you wet for me?” he asks in a deep dominant voice.

My mouth opens, but I don’t say anything.

“I know your sweet little cunt is wet,” he growls. “I can smell it.”

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply like he’s smelling a rich dessert.


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