Total pages in book: 148
Estimated words: 140412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
The heat from his body penetrates my thin silk robe as he presses close. “I told you to stay in the residence.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, my brain fizzing and popping with endorphins.
He grips the top of the expensive ceremonial robe and rips it all the way down the back. He moves away and I know what comes next.
I just don’t expect it quite so quickly. The lash snaps across my flesh and it feels like a knife. I gasp at the pain.
“You will never defy me that way again.” Another agonizing slice of the whip.
“Never!” Tears leak from the corners of my eyes, either from pain or relief, I can’t tell.
“You will never endanger yourself that way again.” There’s a note of real fear in his command, and it surges through the tie between us, just before the next whistle and snap of the whip.
“I promise,” I shout, and I stumble sideways, losing my balance. The chains keep me from falling, but the manacles cut into my wrists, and I yelp as my arms jerk in their sockets.
Nathan is with me in an instant, lifting me onto my feet and crushing me between his body and the post. His lips brush over my ear as he whispers, “We almost lost each other.”
The connection between us is too strong. I need him, gasp for him like oxygen, want him so bad I’m willing to do whatever it takes to have him.
You do have him. You’re about to become his mate. And he will be yours.
Is that where Nathan’s possessiveness springs from? The primal tie binding us?
“How many more?” I whimper. I’ll take twenty more, a hundred more, a thousand lashes if that’s what it takes to own him completely.
“No more,” he rasps, his lips finding my neck. “At least, tonight.”
Maybe he’s joking. Maybe he’s not. But I’m willing to do all manner of filthy deeds with him to celebrate my freedom from Ashton.
“It’s time,” Nathan groans. Overhead, the full moon has reached its apex in the sky. I smell the blood on his breath; he’s consumed the ceremonial flesh that initiates the transformation. He’s ready, and so am I.
He growls with pleasure, his mouth changing shape against my throat. Needle-sharp fangs graze me, and I question the safety of this part of the ritual. Only for a second, though. He’s my mate. He’ll never let anything harm me, not even himself.
The coarse hair on his chest and arms becomes the silky fur of his werewolf form. I can’t help myself and push back on him, savoring the new sensation. He can’t speak, not as a wolf, but he communicates his reaction just fine by wrapping his elongated arms around me and lifting me off my feet. I scramble to grab at the post and settle for holding my chains for support; he jerks my legs apart and steps between them.
There isn’t going to be any foreplay tonight. This is just base, carnal fucking. The fact that the acolytes stand just outside makes it all the more wicked; Nathan and I are far beyond caring who hears us. I’m out of control, desperate for him, willing to take anything he gives me, and more.
Do it, I beg silently. Take me. Make me yours.
“Yes,” I moan when I feel the tip of him touch me. Then I realize with a shock that the transformation doesn’t overlook a single body part; his cock is larger than before, at least double its girth. I open my mouth to ask him to wait, but the words don’t make it out and probably wouldn’t have made a difference, anyway; he rams his entire length into me and I scream. White hot starbursts of torture explode through every nerve in my body.
I thought I wanted it rough and wild, but as he pummels my body with relentless thrusts, stretching my cunt painfully wide, I regret my own desire. I want nothing more than for it to be over. If I even survive it.
He roars and a scalding burst deep in my pelvis makes me sigh in relief and sag in the chains. It’s over. He’s finished.
The acolytes enter, but Nathan doesn’t let me go or make any move to cover me. He doesn’t even pull out; if anything, he grinds deeper as the thralls unfasten my chains. Nathan snarls at them and they leave quickly, slamming the door behind them.
That punishingly hot gush in my cunt grows startling cold and prickly, and Nathan withdraws only long enough to turn me in his arms. I’m face-to-face with my monster husband, who watches me through his feral, contorted features.
I throw my arms around him and kiss the side of his muzzle, ignoring the tickle of his sparse hair. The fluid leaking from my pussy leaves heightened sensation in its wake. Nathan’s cock, still brutally hard and impossibly large, brushes my thigh. Cum still leaks from his tip, and the wet trail his touch leaves behind ignites my nerve endings.