Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“When you’re in my company I never want you to cover up. I love your body.”
His words struck her hard.
“Why?” she asked, desperate to look him in the eye.
“Because you’re all woman. You’ve got large tits.”
She winced at the word. Brandon continued on regardless of her reaction. “Your tits are large, and I love the way you look in tight dresses with them heaving over the top. I can’t wait to have them swinging over me as I fuck you hard.”
Against her better judgement, his words turned her on. Her pussy creamed at the image he gave her. She saw herself straddling his hips. The picture of his thick cock thrusting inside her as she pushed down on him, invaded her mind.
“You can picture us together, can’t you?”
She jerked her head unable to say the words out loud.
“That’s okay, baby. It won’t be long until I have you cussing and telling me what you want to do to me. First, I’m going to kiss you a little longer.”
His lips were on hers as his fingers stroked her nipples. She gasped, opening her mouth. Brandon took full advantage, plunging his tongue inside. His cock throbbed against her leg. She moaned, opening her thighs wider.
She’d been close to orgasm before he stopped. What was it about the man above her? She’d never desired another man.
Brandon’s not entirely human.
“I’m going to let your hands go. Don’t fight me,” he said.
His hold released. Her hands were free. Both his hands were on her body, sinking into her hair or moving down to stroke her breasts.
Why aren’t you attacking him?
You don’t want this.
I do. I want him. I need him.
He’s yours.
Brandon, the alpha of the Northern Forest pack is your mate.
She tightened her fists, unsure what to do.
“I’m your mate, Elle. Touch me. I’m all yours.”
His words were whispered against her ear as he kissed her neck.
Stop fighting.
Growling in frustration she sank her fingers into his hair and held on. He gazed up her body. She’d fought one battle, but she couldn’t handle the staring. Her gaze turned away.
“Soon,” he said. “Soon I’ll be the only person you can stand to look at.”
I want that more than you know.
Tugging on his hair, she pulled him close. His mouth was inches from her own.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you want.”
Leaning up, she pressed her lips against his. He gave up to her willingly. Brandon was a million times stronger than she’d ever be. There was no way she’d ever overpower him. He held all the power, but he was giving her this. She took what he gave wishing there was more coming.
“I’m all yours,” he said.
His words helped to calm her rioting nerves inside.
Fingers sank into her hair, pulling on the strands. Brandon pulled her into his lap. They were both naked on the bed.
How did that happen?
She wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Nothing is going to happen that you don’t want it to,” Brandon said. “You’re safe with me.”
Elle didn’t know why, but she trusted his word. He tugged on her hair, pulling her head back. Her neck was exposed, and he went in. She felt his lips sucking on the flesh of her neck.
She fidgeted on his lap trying to get some contact to her pussy. Why was he making her wait? Elle was more than ready for the taking.
Are you really?
Chapter Eleven
Elle’s wet naked pussy was rubbing against his cock. It took every ounce of will-power not to push her to her back and fuck her hard.
Be a good boy, Brandon.
He really didn’t want to be good. Being bad would be so much more fun than being good.
Tugging on her hair he exposed the delicate flesh of her neck. Her scent surrounded him.
I want him.
Brandon paused as her voice entered his head. Pulling back he stared into her face. She held her gaze from him. He wasn’t in the mood to argue. The only plans he had for the rest of the night was to wipe the sounds of the human’s screams from his mind. The human hadn’t given him a choice. Once the human pushed his beast was released, and then his choices were taken from him. Their secret was imperative. Every species from vampire to witch agreed to hold their secret. The humans who knew about them were kept in places like Grace Hill or were loved ones. If any human ever posed a threat, the rule was they had to be taken out regardless of the consequences.
He’s done his job.
When no more sound came through his mind, Brandon went back to kissing her neck. Her pulse pounded against his lips inviting him in. He licked the pulse feeling it pick up beats. The scent of her arousal was addictive. If he got his way he’d have her in a constant state of arousal.