Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 74538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74538 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
Caelan was monstrously huge, and of course I worried he wouldn’t fit comfortably, that he’d stretch me too much, even maybe tear me. But despite that anxiety, I knew I’d never wanted anything more than I wanted to feel him pushing into me, claiming my virginity.
Giving me his.
His body lurched forward, one hand slamming onto the mattress beside my head, the bed shaking from the sudden movement. “I canna go slow,” he whispered, and I knew it was to himself. “Gods, help us. I canna be gentle.”
I didn’t respond, just closed my eyes and moaned as I slid my hands up his vein-ripped forearms, along the defined muscles of his biceps, and tangled my fingers in the short, dark hair at his nape. I pulled him in close and tilted my head so our lips mashed together. He felt so good, tasted even better, as I stroked my tongue over his lips, pleased when he opened for me.
“My female,” he hissed.
I took that opportunity to plunge my tongue inside, feeling wanton and wild, not caring that this was totally out of character for me. I didn’t feel like myself right now. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, but one I didn’t want to return to reality from.
I stroked my tongue over one elongated canine, felt the sharp, dagger-like tip slicing the muscle. The pain lasted only a millisecond before the pleasure took over. The coppery flavor of my blood filled my mouth, and the harsh sound that left him, the way he sucked on the muscle, as if needing it to survive, had shock waves of lust moving through me.
I was frantic as I reached between us, my hand curling around the thickness of his cock, his length so hot and hard, his girth so substantial in my palm. His whole body jerked as if electrically shocked, and a deep bark of a sound left him. A second later he pushed my hand away, grabbed the heavy stalk of his shaft, and aligned himself with my entrance.
God. Yes. Finally.
The thick, bulbous head of his erection nudged at my opening, and I tensed in anticipation, in preparation for how it would feel to have him push all that dick into me.
“Relax for me, baby. Yeah… that’s it. Oh, gods, Darragh. That is sooo it.”
He pulled back only enough to look into my eyes as he slowly started entering me. His jaw was clenched tight, his lips peeled back from his straight, very white teeth. I stared at those canines, my neck throbbing, this instinctual need to feel him piercing my throat so strong that I actually found myself turning my head to the side, silently pleading for him to complete this.
I kept my focus on him, saw his gaze slide down to what I was exposing for him, what I was offering willingly. His muscles flexed, his shoulders bunching. His entire body was so hard and tight above mine, so big it blocked out everything behind him.
“God,” I hummed. “Yes, Caelan.” Before I knew what he was going to do, Caelan had my arms thrust above my head, one of his hands curled around both of my wrists to keep them in place, my torso stretched, and his cock pushing deeper and deeper into me.
The pain was intense, the stretching sensation so profound it stole my breath and made my eyes water. But if I pushed all of that away, all I felt was… consumed by pleasure.
And then his lower half was flush with mine, his cock buried completely into my body. I was holding my breath, his hand like a vise around my wrists, his focus trained right between our bodies where we were connected. And when his gaze snapped up to mine, the glow becoming more intense, like beams shooting out and filling the entire room with this neon intensity, I knew there was no getting through to him.
He was too gone in his pleasure, his animalistic side having taken control.
Goose bumps formed along my arms and legs, and I started to shake slightly, my breasts moving back and forth from the force.
But it wasn’t from fear. It was from… anticipation.
He pulled out slowly, his muscles straining hard under his golden skin, his abdomen clenching and throwing off shadows from his six-pack for as hard as he was breathing. When just the tip was lodged in my entrance, he slowly pushed back in until the heavy weight of his balls pressed against my bottom, reminding me that he was as deep inside me as humanly—or Lycanly—possible.
And when he let go of my wrists and moved his fingers down my forearms, I left my arms above my head, knowing without him having to say the words that this was exactly what he wanted me to do.
And this was exactly how I wanted to be for him.