Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Jaime smiled triumphantly around his cock. She had him. She’d splintered his self-control, which meant that he still wanted her as badly as he had before. Rewardingly, she danced her tongue along his shaft, enjoying bringing him this pleasure that she knew he’d wanted for a while.
“That’s it.” Keeping his grip on the back of her head, he fed her more of him. “Suck me deep, Jaime. Take as much of me as you can.”
She could tell by the sound of his voice that he wasn’t expecting her to take all that much of him. But there was something he didn’t know about her, and it made her smile inwardly.
As Dante watched her swallow his entire length—something that no one had ever done before
—he almost came right then. No gag reflex. “Shit, baby.” He drank in the sight she made, knowing it was burned into his memory. “You look so damn gorgeous down there with my cock in your mouth.” Her eyes briefly darted up to his. “Are you mine, Jaime?”
It wasn’t a question, Jaime knew. Flicking a look at his face again, she saw the warning in his eyes to give him the answer he wanted. Knowing he would lose all control if she didn’t even slightly object, she simply nodded. He growled his approval, wrapped her hair around both his fists, and began fucking her mouth.
“Suck harder, Jaime. Make me come.” The combination of her obedience and the feeling of her claws dragging down his thighs pushed him over the edge. Growling her name, he came hard in her mouth, brushing the back of his hand down the column of her throat to ensure she swallowed it all.
For him, it was another way to mark her as his. He might not be able to claim her as his mate, but he could sure as hell mark her in as many ways as he could.
He was ready to return the favor when she suddenly flung herself on the bed in a starfish position, and he’d swear she was asleep before her head even hit the pillow. Crazy bitch.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Mom screaming. Black wolf. Blood. Growls. Black wolf. Dad shifting. Teeth. More wolves. Claws.
Mom screaming. Black wolf. Dad roaring. Claws. Black wolf. Blood. Teeth. More wolves. Dad roaring. Blood. Blood. Blood.
“Jaime, wake up, baby.”
Black wolf. Blood. Growls. Mom screaming. Black wolf. Teeth. Claws. Blood.
“Wake up.”
Mom screaming. Claws. Black wolf. Blood. Blood. Black wolf. Blood. Blood. Blood.
“Jaime, now!”
With a loud gasp, Jaime vaulted upright in the bed. Her panting quickly became a loud cry of pain as her wolf fought with everything she had to escape her cage and deal with the threat that she didn’t understand was long gone. Jaime instinctively creased over with the pain, curling her arms around her stomach to help ease the spasms. Her wolf persisted in trying to escape her confines, leaping at the walls, clawing at them, and body-slamming them as she howled in anxiety. Breathing and thinking through the familiar agony, Jaime fought to keep control, to prevent the change.
“Come here, baby, come here.” Dante curved his body around her. His wolf was frantic with the need to do something, to cancel out her pain. Snaking a hand around her throat, Dante whispered into her ear, “It’s okay, it’s okay.” But he sensed no response from her wolf. “Calm down,” he ordered, pouring authority into the words. That seemed to get her wolf’s attention, as a rebellious growl trickled out of Jaime. Good. If her wolf was focused on him, she was focused on the present as opposed to the past. “Stop.”
“I’m going to be sick,” warned Jaime as her wolf became distracted enough that she resisted fighting to surface. Leaping out of Dante’s hold, she dashed to the en-suite bathroom and vomited repeatedly into the toilet until there was nothing left. The entire time, Dante held her hair out of the way and stroked her back.
“She fought a lot harder than that time at the bar.”
Jaime simply nodded, breathing heavily.
“But you kept control, baby. You still fought off her efforts to shift.”
“Only just.”
He understood now why she so feared what her wolf might do if she took over. He’d sensed her wolf’s fear and anxiety, her need to defend and protect and to eliminate the threat she believed was there. If she had surfaced in that state, she would have attacked him or anyone else near for sure.
“You certain you still want to keep me here?”
It was a rhetorical question, he knew. She genuinely thought he’d fear her wolf now. He gripped her chin. “You’re not going anywhere.”
She sounded tired and defeated even to herself. “Dante, you know it’s best for me to—”
“You’re not leaving me. You promised me you wouldn’t, Jaime. Yes, she was strong. But you were stronger. And you’ll keep getting stronger.”