Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
He opened the door slowly, carefully. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten her. Of course, a virgin looking at his present state -- well, it couldn’t be very reassuring. She gulped visibly and backed away as he approached her.
“Grandmother, what a big, err…” She shook her head. “Drake, why are you naked?”
“All the better to fu --” His voice trailed off. His ears roared. She smelled like heaven. He’d never felt such a physical response from a woman before, and it hit him all at once. It was everything he could do not to shift into his beast form. Sex had never been a problem before. Not with him. He knew that some male werewolves had difficulty staying in their human form during sex at times, but only when they were with their mate.
He simply couldn’t stop himself. He had to have her.
Now.
He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to him. Looking into her wide, green eyes, Drake hesitated only a moment before crushing her lips with his. His head spun, and his skin itched with the need to shift. His fingers ached with the need for his claws to explode through the skin. This need was taking him over. Everything he was feeling was primal -- an alpha wolf claiming his mate.
Her fear was a very real entity in his narrow world. She was frightened, but still she clung to him and kissed him back. Her nails scratched shallow furrows into the skin of his back. Had she been a she-wolf, she would have left her mark on him. He pulled back to look at her, baring his teeth.
* * *
Hazel was way out of her league. She knew that the first time he’d kissed her. Now, something inside her snapped. His kisses were rough, demanding, and she was determined to give him everything he wanted and more.
When he ended their kiss, she almost screeched in protest. Her body was bereft without his mouth on her. Grabbing two fistfuls of his hair, she hissed and forced him back to her. She drove her tongue into his mouth, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her hands gripped his muscled shoulders and arms, and she dug her nails into his flesh. She had a need to inflict a small amount of pain to mix with the pleasure he took from her body.
Hooking her leg around his hip, Hazel shifted her pelvis into Drake’s. His cock slipped under the front hem of her a black slip to press insistently against her satin-clad cunt. The breath left her in a rush when the head pressed her clit and danced around it as they moved against each other.
“Sonofabitch!” Hazel’s muscles contracted when a swift, but incredibly intense orgasm seized her. She wanted to scream, wanted to thrash wildly and shriek at the top of her lungs. Instead, she fastened her mouth at the juncture of Drake’s neck and shoulder and bit. Hard.
His grunt followed, but instead of pushing her away, he pulled her more tightly to him, gripping her hair painfully. His hips thrust into her belly, then he shifted so that his cock slipped between her legs, rubbing her clit insistently with every stroke he made.
Over and over, Drake plunged between her legs, his arm tightening around her head. His cock pulsed and twitched. When another orgasm exploded over her, Hazel felt something warm trickle down her leg and she realized he’d come with her, on her. He marked her with his scent as if to stake a claim on her.
They stood there a moment longer before Drake pulled away from her slightly. Kneeling before her, he lowered his head between her thighs and licked the damp flesh there, cleaning her, yet using no soap or water. Hazel suspected he meant to make her comfortable without removing his scent. He looked up at her, a puzzled expression on his face. Then, shaking his head, he stood and took her hand, leading her into the night without another word.
Chapter Four
Hazel’s head spun. What had she actually done? She had turned Drake into a dog, but she got the feeling there was more to it than that.
Drake never let go of her hand as they made their way back to their building, always keeping to the shadows. Morning traffic was beginning to pick up, and they were still several blocks away. When they hid under a bridge while a line of cars crossed, Hazel had time to really look him over. The light was still dim, but she could make out the powerful, chiseled contours of his body.
She had never seen a man to match him. Muscles played across his back as he crouched low to the ground, watching the early morning commuters and occasionally glancing at the lightening sky.
“If we don’t hurry, we’re going to be seen by everyone.” Drake was clearly upset, if his grumbling was any indication. Of course, Hazel couldn’t blame him. Sexy as he was, she still suspected he was uncomfortable with his state of undress. Not to mention the fact that she was an escapee from the county jail.