The Wolf and His Wife Read online Penelope Sky (Wolf #2)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wolf Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 70661 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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I held on to her hips and tugged her into me as I thrust, giving it to her deep the entire time. I was in the mood to sink deep inside of her pussy, to have every inch covered to the hilt. I wanted to feel her intimately, claim her before an auditorium of men gawked at her.

She was gorgeous—and she was mine.

I grabbed a fistful of hair and gave a gentle tug. “You want to go?” She was bouncing her ass back at me, her back arching deeper to get the angle just perfect. She moaned continuously, each separate cry fusing together into one long tremble. “Sheep, I asked you a question.”

She clawed at the sheets harder. “No…”

“You want your husband to keep fucking you?”

She bounced back on my dick a little harder. “Yes…”

I stared at the beautiful woman underneath me as I continued to fuck her, continued to get the greatest pleasure around my dick. It was so good, feeling her slickness like that. It was the best pussy I’d ever fucked, best pussy I’d ever looked at. “Good. This is going to be a while.”

11

Arwen

My thoughts drifted back to my husband often.

Every minute of the day.

When we weren’t together, I wondered what he was doing. When he was inside me, I wondered if he enjoyed me as much as I enjoyed him. He was the best sex I’d ever had, the best man I’d ever been with. The idea of going to someone else when I had him at home every night seemed absurd.

Marrying him started off as a nightmare…but somehow turned into a fairy tale.

I barely made it in time before the show started. But I certainly had no regrets. I was thoroughly pleased before I had to stand in heels for two hours and sing loud enough to shatter glass.

I stepped onto the stage, gave my performance, and like every other night, it went quickly. Time passed differently during a performance. There was so much to do and focus on, there was barely any time to think about anything else.

When the show ended, I returned backstage and sat at my vanity. Now I always hoped Maverick would appear behind me, giving me a kiss after my performance. I pulled the pins out of my hair then ran my fingers through the strands. My false eyelashes and lipstick were removed next. When I sensed a heated stare on my face, my heart started to race. I could feel his intensity. My lips softened into a smile because I knew I would see his espresso eyes when I looked in the reflection.

When I lifted my gaze to look, I saw someone else.

A pair of blue eyes stared back at me from a square face. A hard jawline led to a square jaw, every single square tooth visible in his strange smile. Maybe it was a smile to him, but it looked like a grimace to everyone else. His other features were difficult to determine in the small mirror, but he seemed to be tall—abnormally tall.

When my eyes focused more, he stepped out of the line of the mirror and disappeared.

With my clutch in hand, I left out the back door and took the steps to the sidewalk. My car was parked a few yards away, the only car in the parking lot because I was one of the last people to leave.

My heels echoed against the concrete once I reached the sidewalk. I hadn’t brought my coat, so I had to suffer the cold evening air on just my bare skin. My dress was thin, but backstage was so stuffy that anything thicker would be a million degrees too hot.

Soon, I wasn’t the only set of footsteps in the area.

Another set accompanied mine—distinct and heavy.

I didn’t turn around to make it obvious, but the approach unnerved me. There was no other car in the parking lot, so where was this person going? And judging from the heaviness of the thuds, it was definitely a man.

Then I noticed two men emerged from separate directions.

I started to panic.

I pulled my phone out of my clutch, doing my best to seem casual even though I was fucking terrified. Three men were converging on me, and now it was overwhelmingly obvious what their intention was.

I wished Maverick were there.

But he was twenty minutes away.

I kept walking, unsure what to do. If I sprinted into a run, one of them would catch me in seconds. There was nowhere for me to go. Nowhere for me to hide. I took my one shot and pulled up Maverick’s name on the phone.

The second I hit send, the guy behind me took off.

“Ah!” In heels, I ran as fast as I could and dropped my clutch in the process. My phone was still in my hand, and I dodged into the passageway between the theater and the bank beside me. All I could hear was the fear in my deep breathing, the terror I felt as my heart worked to pump enough blood into my system. “Shit, help! Help!” I called for anyone to help me, hoped Maverick was listening over the line. With a quick look on his GPS, he could figure out where I was.


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