To Be Claimed Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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The moment is tense between us and I know she feels it too from the way her expression changes. A second passes and then another. “A good boy?”

“I need to be the one in charge, Vince,” she tells me with her voice tight. “If that’s not going to work, you—”

“Fine.” I cave before she can say another word. There’s something off about her, something ill at ease and frightened. But more importantly, she wants me. My mate, the only soul I’m meant to be with. “You want to call the shots?”

“I want you to do everything I say and nothing more.” With a second passing in silence, her long black hair slicked to her tan skin, her breasts taut and this dangerous woman vulnerable before me, she adds, “I’ll be good to you but this is how I need it.”

There is more. I’m certain of it. But for now, I ease her worries. We have a lifetime to spend together. And I don’t mind playing the part of whatever she needs in this role.

I grin and sit back on my heels, then say, “Yes, ma’am.” She smiles brightly, looking down at me with delight in her dark eyes that fills a void I’ve held in my chest for all my life.

“Call me Mistress.” I nearly come on the damn rug at her words. Stifling my groan, I regain my composure.

“Yes, Mistress.” My obedience makes her sharp fangs sink into her pouty bottom lip. The sight makes me want to beg her to bite me. Shit. Maybe some part of me wants to be her submissive. I want her to pierce my skin, marking me just as I plan on marking her.

Her fingers dip into her heat and she throws her head back, moaning at her own tender touch. She tilts her head to look at me with her fingers strumming along her clit. “You got me so close.” Her cadence is soft and full of yearning.

“Can I taste … Mistress?” My question makes her lips kick up into a smile. Her happiness fills my heart with pride. She offers me her fingers and I reach out a hand to hold them steady, but she pulls them away before I can touch her.

“Only taste.” She shakes her head, sending droplets of water down her breasts to the tips of her dark brown nipples before landing on the rug. “No touching.” Her mouth is parted slightly and her breasts rise and fall with her deep breaths. The smell of her arousal floods the bathroom. I place my hands on my thighs and lean forward. Giving her a wolfish grin, I stare into her dark eyes as I take her fingertips into my mouth to taste her honey. I let out a groan at the taste and sit back on my heels.

“Fucking delicious.”

She smiles with satisfaction and returns to touching herself. Her head leans back against the stall as she moans and squirms. Her pace picks up as two fingers brush along her clit and dip into her entrance over and over. I watch her in rapture as she brings herself to the edge of her climax. Her mouth gapes and her shoulders spasm as she finds her release. She screams out my name before sagging against the wall of the shower.

My name.

It’s the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen. Sitting patiently on my heels with my hands firmly pressed against my thighs, I wait for her to come down from the aftershocks. I wish I was holding her and she had gotten off on my tongue. Next time. Her next orgasm will be mine.

As if she read my mind, she backs up against the tiled wall and beckons me into the shower with a playful smirk. Rising slowly, I carefully navigate my large frame into the shower, crowding the space and hovering over her tiny body. She takes my face in her hands and I lower my lips to hers. My tongue brushes along the seam of her lips and she parts them for me, her hot tongue massaging mine. I growl into her mouth and rest my forearms on either side of her head against the wall, caging her in as I kiss her with every ounce of passion I have. Her arms wrap around my waist, her fingers splayed against my ass, pulling me closer to her. She breaks our kiss and moans a contented sigh as my erection digs into her soft belly. Ducking her head and stepping under my arm, she reaches for a small bottle of body wash.

“Have you learned your lesson?” She lathers the soap in her hands before massaging it over my body. Her fingers linger over my chiseled chest and play in the small bit of hair below my abs, trailing down to my cock. I nod and tell her, “Yes.”


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