Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
She did exactly that seconds later, her thighs clenching and trembling as her inner muscles clamped bitingly around his fingers.
“That’s my baby.” He withdrew his hand and sucked his fingers clean. “Hmm, I need more of your taste. But first …” He rolled her onto her back, draped his body over hers, and then fit his mouth against her own. He kissed her slow and deep and greedily, until she had to tear her lips free to catch her breath.
“Get inside me,” she demanded, her face flushed, her eyes dark with need.
“I’m busy.” He almost jumped when warm, soft hands delved into his sweatpants and curled around his cock. “Sneaky little witch.”
He’d had his fair share of great sex before Blair came into his life, but the simple feel of her fingers curled around his dick super-charged his nerve-endings and inflamed him far more than any fuck he’d ever had. As if his body recognized hers; reacted to it on a level it could never respond to with anyone else.
Luke grunted as she began to pump. “Tighter.” She squeezed his shaft, and he thrust into her hands once, twice. But then he gently removed them. “As much as I enjoy covering those wicked little hands in my come, that will have to wait until another—”
A knock came at the front door. Unexpected. Jarring. Unwelcome.
He completely ignored it and kissed his way down her neck, loving how her scent was so much warmer and sweeter when she was—
The knock came again. He ignored it once more, raking his teeth over her pulse. But then a hand banged on the front door once more.
He swore, snapping up his head.
A little growl rattled in her throat. “Answer it, tell whoever it is to go away.”
He bit into the swell of her breast. “I don’t want to. I told you, I’m busy.”
“It could be important.”
Luke felt his jaw tighten. “Don’t move.” Adjusting his cock in his pants, he stalked through the apartment and yanked open the front door. There stood one of the female enforcers, Finley, with a thermal takeout cup in each hand.
Her eyes drifted down his bare chest but quickly snapped back to his face. She cleared her throat. “Good morning. I wanted to talk to you about a few pack-related matters. I meant to do it last night at the party, but you disappeared.”
He stared at her. Seriously? He’d walked away from his mate—who was finally in his goddamn bed—for this? Luke shut the door in the enforcer’s face and returned to Blair.
She was now sat upright, her eyes narrowed. “Was that Finley I heard?”
His step faltered. He knew Blair wasn’t a fan of the other female. They’d crossed paths a few times over the years. Finley had never been bitchy or unwelcoming toward her—he wouldn’t have stood for that—but she’d been somewhat dismissive of his mate. Not in a cruel way, but as if Blair’s age meant that Finley didn’t seem to see her. “Yes.”
Blair’s brow inched up. “Does she usually turn up at your apartment first thing in the morning?”
“It’s not typical for her, no.” He knelt on the bed and gripped her calves. “She only seeks me out when she wants to discuss pride issues.”
“Does she still take it upon herself to do Beta female duties?”
He blinked. “I’m guessing it was Elle who mentioned that to you.”
Blair only shrugged her shoulder.
“If Finley crosses lines like that, I never fail to point it out.”
“I know, I heard all about it.” It nonetheless ruffled Blair’s fur. She might not have claimed the position yet but it was hers. Everyone in the pride knew that. Each time Finley overstepped, she was essentially challenging Blair’s claim to the role. More, the enforcer was acting as if she and Luke could be some kind of team.
Her inner female bared her teeth at the thought. “Has she ever come on to you?” The bitch would get reamed with a red hot poker if she had.
“Never. She’s not interested in me, Blair.”
“But she is interested in the position of Beta.”
He sighed. “Yes. But she never tried to use me—or Tate when he was Beta, for that matter—to get the role. She wants to be assigned it, not get it by default due to who she mated. That’s why Finley applied for the position when Tate became Alpha, suggesting I could remain Head Enforcer. Can we forget about her now?”
Not likely. “Be honest, has she tried crossing lines more than usual since it neared the time you were due to claim me, or has it been less?”
He hesitated. “More.”
In that case, Finley hadn’t resigned herself to the fact that the role belonged to Blair. “So she’ll be a problem, then. For you and me, really. If she can establish herself as more dominant than me and better suited to the position, she can argue that I need to step down … which would mean that, as my mate, you’d have to step down right along with me.”