Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I didn’t know.” Wildly she shakes her head, her body stiffening up, her thighs trembling. “I only saw you. Only smelled you.”
Fuck, yes. I swipe my tongue on a hot path up her neck. “Because you’re mine. You’ve belonged to me since the first time I saw you through that laptop screen. You’ll always belong to me.”
“Yes,” she gasps, tilting her head as in anticipation of my bite.
Sweet baby. No way in hell would I hurt her. So I give her what she gave me, just a pinch from my fangs—and it sends her rocketing, muffling her screams behind clenched teeth, her pussy seizing up. Holy fucking Christ. Those exquisite convulsions on my pistoning shaft begin dragging me along with her, pleasure wrenching tighter around the base of my spine.
Not yet. I’m not fucking ready to come yet. Not until I have more. Gritting my teeth, I shove her left knee up onto the picnic table’s surface, spreading her wide open and slamming balls-deep. And this woman. God help me, this woman. She takes every inch of my long, fat cock like her pussy was made for nothing else, her back arching and hips tilting up to receive each brain-melting thrust. Planting my right boot on the bench, I angle her up higher, driving hard and deep and unleashing all the savage need building inside me into the soft, welcoming flesh of her cunt.
She begins to shake again, her fingers curling against the tabletop, gouging out splinters beneath her claws. So close.
Growling, I get my hand down over her hip to rub the slippery nub of her clit. Crying out, she twists against me like it’s too much. Probably is. Just like the way her squirming on my dick is too much. So good it’s damn near agonizing. But I need to feel that cunt squeezing me again. To make her scream and thrash on my cock. To know that I’m the only one who’ll ever hear her say she’s mine, the only one who’ll mount her and fuck her and make her my wife.
This time when the orgasm crashes into her, Alicia hauls me along for the devastating ride. Can’t fucking stop it. As her hoarse scream sends my name ringing toward the sky, her pussy cinches up so tight that even all the wet lust slicking up my shaft can’t ease my way through her passage, her cunt locking me in deep. The pleasure of that primal grip nearly blinds me. Chest heaving, I can only grunt and grind against her, molten fire surging up the length of my cock and spilling into her clenching depths.
She collapses flat on the table, panting and flushed. Even when her pussy eases its hold, I can’t stop pumping into her, letting her quivering inner walls coax every last drop from my softening erection.
Nuzzling the nape of her neck, I tell her softly, “You couldn’t get rid of me now, Miss Simmons. Not even if you tried.”
A smile curves her panting mouth. She reaches back, cupping my jaw. Her claws are gone, the glow in her eyes fading. I’m not sure if she even realizes they’d appeared. “I won’t try.”
Good. Though that golden chain still isn’t around my neck. She’s committed to me, but something’s holding her back. Something that’s keeping Alicia from giving herself fully to me and taming her beast.
But we’ve got plenty of time to discover what that is. For now, I’m taking her back to the hotel.
And doing this all over again.
8
Alicia
“You sly dog.” Maria tucks her elbow through mine and turns me so that we can both watch Ranger, who just left my side to grab a few drinks for us. Her big backyard is a madhouse, with kids screaming and playing in the aboveground pool, teenagers slouching about with their phones—most of them inhabiting that awkward intersection of an affected ‘I’m so above all this’ and a desperate ‘someone please notice me being so above all this’—and adults congregating around every table and seating area. “All the while I was telling you to fly to Alaska, you didn’t say a thing about Alaska coming to you.”
“I didn’t know then that he intended to.” Not until ten minutes later.
“Then you’re forgiven. But I’m still taking credit for getting you two together.” She makes a humming sound low in her throat when Ranger digs two water bottles out of a tin tub filled with ice, his huge biceps flexing and providing some impromptu arm porn. “You lucky girl. How is he even bigger in person?”
And he’s a lot bigger when he’s a werewolf. “Genetics, I guess.”
“It does seem to run in the family.” Her attention swings over to Samantha and Brandon, in a swimsuit and swim trunks and heading for the pool. “So what’s up with them?”
God knows. Last week, they took an overnight trip to Idaho following up on that website, and met a wolf whose wife had created the site from her father’s research. There wasn’t much more to learn from them—at least nothing that’ll help me tame my beast—just more legends and mythology. But Sam and Brandon have been as tight as BFFs ever since.