Twisted (Savage Alpha Shifters #2) Read Online D.D. Prince

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Magic, Paranormal, Romance, Witches Tags Authors: Series: Savage Alpha Shifters Series by D.D. Prince
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Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 212458 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1062(@200wpm)___ 850(@250wpm)___ 708(@300wpm)
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Fuck.

Fury, dark energy, they ooze from my pores as I manage to get my cock out and yank her underwear to the side, spearing into her with rage, knotting as soon as I’m inside, despite that she’s dry.

I roar out my rage as she screams at the intrusion. And then whether it’s her body recognizing me, recognizing who is supposed to own her despite the fucking witches, or whether it’s my immediate essence filling her, her body goes lax, and she starts to whimper around my vibrating knot.

But I still can’t fucking feel her.

My mouth goes to her claiming mark, and I bite it. Too hard, though, because I draw blood.

And her body vibrates along with my knot as she cries out a climax.

She physically feels like my Amie. My wildberry. She tastes like her, but there’s something blocking my connection to her.

My cum won’t stop coming. My knot won’t stop buzzing. It hurts even more than The Rut I went into after she flirted with Cade.

Rage fills my blood as I continue to fuck her into the grass.

“Mason, please…” she pleads, digging her nails into my back. “I need to talk to you, I… please stop.”

My knot abates, but it’s not enough. It’s not e-fucking-nough. Because I can’t feel inside her mind, her heart. Is she lost to me? No. Fuck no. I’ll fucking kill every single one of these witches if they took her from me.

She’s trying to get away from me, crying, battling me.

I flip her over and spear into her again. I bite the back of her neck and hold her there with my teeth as I fuck her some more.

She cries out in pain so I release her neck.

“Baby please. Let me back in. Let me back inside. Fuck. I can’t... fucking… feel you.”

She’s crying into the grass.

“Why can’t I fucking feel you!” I holler.

“Mason!” I hear a female voice. “Give it a few minutes. She just needs a few minutes. You’ll feel her again. I promise.”

I don’t know that fucking voice. I glare over my shoulder and see the redhead standing off to the side.

“What the fuck did you do?” I snarl. I growl, a low, enraged growl, baring my teeth. While I do this, I’m still fucking my mate.

I don’t know what I want to do more, fucking kill that bitch or keep fucking my mate, hoping to feel our connection again.

I’m knotting her again. That’s something at least. I think. I don’t fucking know.

I feel myself shifting, slowly. Amelia cries out harder, and I see her hand reach for mine. My hand that’s halfway between hand and razor-sharp claws. She reaches backwards at an awkward angle and her fingers sift through the fur on my throat.

“Mason get off her!” Ivy screams, running toward us. “Get the fuck off her! You’re hurting her!”

Tyson grabs her and pulls her backwards before she can descend the hill. They’re a good twenty feet away but they can all see what’s happening down here. Tyson’s free hand grips the arm of the redhead, and he pulls her back, too.

“Let him do what he needs to do.”

“Mason. She’s still yours. I swear she is,” The redhead shouts. “Just give her a couple minutes and you’ll feel it. I promise.”

My eyes meet Tyson’s.

He nods, as if agreeing with the witch, and he pulls the two of them away, out of sight.

My thrusts slow. The rage starts to seep out of my blood. My wolf recedes. My knot subsides.

And then I slide out of Amelia, turn her over and pull up her clothes to cover her. I put my cock away and move away from the puddle of fluids on the grass that we’re in.

I’m still growling. I can’t seem to fucking stop.

She’s limp in my arms as I gather her close on my lap and brush her hair away from her face.

She looks up at me with tears in her eyes. Her chin is trembling.

I pull her tight to my chest. I can’t stop the growling coming from my body. I rock her, holding her too tight. Reaching in my mind. Reaching from inside my chest. Reaching for her but not finding her emotions at all.

“You left me. You fucking left me,” I say, kissing her claiming mark, licking the blood away and feeling bad about the blood.

“I didn’t.”

I pull back enough to look into her eyes.

And they’re so fucking blue, they’re glowing so much. I think they were glowing like this when I first set eyes on her, but I was too in my rage to realize it.

She wraps her arms around me and holds on tight, bawling.

“Amie?” I’m confused at the way she’s clinging to me.

“C-can you please purr for me, Mase? Please?” she asks.

I swallow down a lump of pain. A lump of regret. I’ve just hurt her.


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