Wicked Ties (The Tether #2) Read Online Shanora Williams

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Tether Series by Shanora Williams
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Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 147891 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 739(@200wpm)___ 592(@250wpm)___ 493(@300wpm)
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I shift on my feet and release a slow breath. All of this is strange and foreign, and I’ve never felt more out of place. As if Willow senses that, she walks to me and says, “How about a shower?”

I nod, and she turns for a closet, taking down a thick white towel then walking across the room to a closed door. She pushes the door open, flips a light switch, and reveals a bathroom. I move closer as she places the towel on the edge of the sink.

“I can wash your clothes so you can wear them tomorrow,” she offers as she starts the shower.

“Why would you wash them? Where is your house maiden?” I ask.

She breaks out in laughter. “We do our own laundry around here, buddy. Come on, clothes off. I’ll see if I can dig through some of my brother’s old stuff and find you some shorts or something.”

She starts to leave, but I capture her by the wrist before she can go. Her eyes flicker up to mine, soft and burning with curiosity.

“Shower with me,” I murmur.

Her eyes expand and her throat bobs as she digests my request. The truth is I don’t want her away from me. I’m afraid to let her out of my sight.

I expect her to find an excuse, but instead, she walks out of the bathroom, collects another towel, then returns, shutting the door behind her.

When she does, the steam from the shower billows inside the bathroom and she drops the towel, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing that too.

“A little hand?” she asks, turning her back to me. She taps at the latch on the back of her bra.

“Right. Those dreadful Vakeeli bras.” I unclasp the first hook with a smirk, untie the string that keeps it together, and then undo the second hook. When it’s loose, she pulls the bra off, and I can’t help looking at her reflection in the mirror. Her breasts sit perfectly on her chest, her brown nipples piqued to perfection. Dropping the bra, she attempts to cover herself up.

“No.” I turn her around to face me, my eyes sweeping up and down the length of her. “Don’t. Let me look at you.”

She breathes evenly, standing before me, a woman in all her glory. I reach for the waistband of her sweatpants and tug them down. Then I help her out of her panties. When she’s naked, I scan her body, and my dick spasms at the sight of her. Other universe or not, my body still reacts in an insanely carnal way.

“You’re a treasure, Willow.”

She fights a smile, biting her bottom lip. “Are we showering or what?”

I step back to undress while she watches every garment come off with awe. When we’re both naked, there’s a shift in the energy and a buzzing in my blood. We study each other’s bodies as if we’ve never seen each other naked before, and I don’t know what it is about this moment, but I find it rather intense. Never have I laid myself bare for anyone, and I feel both powerful and vulnerable.

Here, our thoughts are inhibited, and there’s something oddly terrifying about that because now I long to hear her thoughts—to know what she thinks as she looks at me. However, there’s an allure to it—us trying to figure one another out. What we want. What we need.

I’m not sure what comes over me in this moment, but I want her. I want her more than I want my next breath. I crave her body in my hands, her flesh on my tongue, so much so that I pick her up and place her ass on the edge of the counter.

A small yelp escapes her as I clasp her face in my hands and maneuver my hips between her thighs. Like a flower in bloom, she opens herself to me, thighs spreading farther apart. My dick grazes her pussy and pulses to life as I tangle my fingers in her locs. She cups my face with a delicious moan, and I coax her mouth open, stealing a taste of what’s mine.

Dragging my lips from her mouth to the crook of her neck before trailing down to her breasts, I suck each dark nipple into my mouth until they’re firm, then drag my lips back up to hers again. There’s so much energy running through me, the blood pumping straight to my dick. I’m harder now, throbbing, and I bring her ass to the edge of the counter, angling her hips. I slide one finger inside her, then another, and she moans hotly on my mouth, her fingernails sinking into the flesh of my shoulder blade.

“My mate,” I breathe, and she moans. “I need to be inside you.”

She nods, kissing the corners of my mouth, my cheeks, my chin—anywhere she can place her lips. “I need that too,” she whispers.


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