When He’s Sinful (The Olympus Pride #3) Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Olympus Pride Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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“You did very good.” He withdrew his finger from her ass so he could grip both her hips. “I’m going to fuck you now. You want that?”

“Yes,” she breathed so softly it was barely audible.

“Hmm, that wasn’t very convincing.”

Glancing at him over her shoulder, she licked her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Prove it. Beg me.” He didn’t really know where the need came from—and it was a need—to hear her beg, but it was there.

“And if I don’t?”

“That’s easy. I’ll pull out and come all over your back. When I’m done, I’ll dip my finger in the mess I’ve made and sink that finger inside you, because that’s where my come belongs. And I can’t let my baby forget that, can I?” He lashed her earlobe with his tongue. “Now, beg me to fuck you.” He shrugged. “Or don’t.”

Aspen felt her nostrils flare. If he’d demanded it because he was on some juvenile power trip and wanted his ego stroked, she’d have told him to fuck off. But there was more to it than that. She sensed it. Felt it. For some reason—maybe because he so badly needed to be in total control of his world right now—this was important to him. “Please fuck me.”

“So perfect for me,” he whispered so low she couldn’t be sure if she’d merely imagined the words.

He didn’t hammer into her as she’d expected. No, he began yanking her hips back and forth, bouncing her hard on his cock … like she was just a toy to be used to get him off. Maybe she should have bristled, but there was something kind of hot about being used for his pleasure. Because she knew her own pleasure did matter to him.

She sank into the moment, losing herself in sensation. Her nipples were so tight they hurt. Her hips stung where his fingers dug mercilessly into her flesh. His dick sliced through her again and again, stretching and filling and dragging over hypersensitive tissue.

The scent of sex was thick in the air, just like the scents of their arousal—which pushed her bearcat’s elemental buttons. His guttural growls and grunts fueled the orgasm that hovered close by, making her pussy heat and tighten.

“Not yet, baby,” he said, curling over her. “Hold on a little longer.”

Finally, he started hammering into her. She’d thought it was because he was close to coming himself. But oh no, he was in no rush to stop. He kept on pumping his hips while torturing her—delivering sharp slaps to her ass, roughly pulling her nipples, flicking her clit. Hell, he even slapped his hand over her mouth at one point to muffle her cries while fucking her harder.

Her orgasm was ready to burst over her at any moment. It became so hard for her to hold it back that her claws sliced out and dug into the mattress.

“Time for my baby to come hard. Don’t disappoint me.” He bit deep into her neck.

She flinched at the flash of pain, smelled blood … and realized he’d broken the skin.

Oh hell, she came hard just as he’d asked, screaming into the palm that covered her mouth. Camden bit out a curse as he jammed his cock deep, and she felt his hot come pour inside her.

Panting, he curled his arms tight around her and buried his face in her neck. “I’m not apologizing.” He sounded almost … petulant. Like a child who didn’t agree with the importance of a rule he’d broken.

She didn’t need to ask what he was referring to. After all, most shifters would apologize for permanently marking someone who wasn’t their mate. But Camden wasn’t “most” people. She sighed. “That doesn’t come as a surprise.”

“You mad at me?” The question was quiet. Soft. Tentative.

She should be, but … “No.”

His arms tightened around her.

Maybe she’d be furious tomorrow. But right then, she was feeling far too blissed out from her orgasms to drum up any anger. “How many times have you accidentally drawn blood when you got carried away during sex?” Someone who indulged in so much aggressive fucking had to have done it on several occasions.

He pressed a kiss to the stinging bite on her neck. “Never,” he finally replied. “Until just now.”

She blinked. “But I thought—”

“Come on, time to clean up.” He let his arms slip away and swatted her ass. “Then we sleep again. You need your rest. I want you sharp. Alert.”

Well she wanted to know how someone could have so much rough sex without—ugh, it didn’t really matter, did it? As much as she’d love to read something into him permanently marking her, she couldn’t. And she’d be a fool to even consider it. “Fine.”

He surprised her by carrying her into the bathroom, where he then carefully cleaned her up, his eyes repeatedly darting to the fresh bite.


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