Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
I found her. I’ll never mount another.
I spot the creamy skin near her clavicle. My mouth waters. My gums pinch before my canines elongate slightly, and it feels like my wolf is close to the surface.
9
Ivy
And then my eyes snap open as he bites me. He fucking bites me.
That’s right. He bit me!
His teeth are on me, they’ve got me, and I’m frozen, as if paralyzed as it’s registering that he’s drawing blood. It feels like time slows and a thousand what the fuck thoughts stagger through my brain before I’m acutely aware that his dick feels like it’s expanded inside of me. He pulls back a little and not much, because it feels like he’s stuck. He slams his body forward, sending my face into the pillow as he lets out a long, deep groan that somehow reverberates straight through me. I shiver while the expanded feeling grows even more. He’s grown bigger inside me and it’s pulsing. Pulsing against… oh… my g-spot.
“Oh!” I cry out in ecstasy.
His body stills as he lets out a deep and rasping growl before hot liquid fills me. He’s coming inside me. It’s hot, and there’s a lot of it, so much it leaks out. The growling doesn’t sound human, it sounds like an animal and for a second, I wonder if I’m being fucked by a man or a wolf. But then his mouth touches the place he bit me as he sighs out my name softly, sort of… reverently.
“Ivy.”
I blink.
What? What just happened?
The full feeling subsides a little and he groans as he slowly pulls out. I feel all sorts of hot liquid come out with him. He flips me to my back and slams inside again and it hurts. A lot. He’s huge. It grows bigger yet again as he fills me with more cum.
He sucks on his lip, which has a droplet of blood on it and I watch his Adam’s apple bob as his head rolls back. More of that hot liquid leaks out of me.
Thank God he’s still a man.
The world squeals to a halt as I’m about to freak out on him. About the bareback fucking, about the coming. About the biting and the blood, but before I can freak, my body goes limp and insanely warm. Sensations of … I think… slow and happy… (euphoric?) thoughts wash through me and I flop. I blink at the fireplace, watching the flames dance, casting shadows everywhere. My eyes flutter closed. I feel high. Yep… euphoric. Toasty.
The best.
“Mine,” Tyson says and then he kisses me on the mouth. He’s still inside me; my arms are above my head limply, and I feel so… full of him.
10
Tyson
She either passes out or falls asleep before my knot releases for the second time. I slide out and I kiss the spot where I’ve marked her. She shivers.
She’s beautiful. My little Ivy. Beautifully creamy unmarred skin other than my bite marks. My mark takes my breath away as I stare at it on the space between her neck and shoulder, by her collar bone. Soft golden hair. Long, wavy locks. Those purple bits… I know it’s cosmetic and it’s silly, but somehow I find it’s also cute. I don’t ever find things cute.
I’ve finally knotted. It takes fucking to a new level. And my cock still feels good. Like it’s still being stroked by the inside of my Ivy’s tight undulating inner walls. Ivy takes fucking to a new level. I’ve gotten a mild sense of accomplishment as I’ve watched women climax before, but this girl? She looks, feels, and smells beautiful when she comes. And I’ve never come harder, never felt more than physical pleasure before now. This time I felt physical pleasure better than anything I’ve felt before plus emotional sensations, too.
She squirms toward me as I sit up and run my fingers through her soft hair at the side of her head, examining the purple silken strands as I rub them between my fingers.
I kiss her little nose and pull blankets on top of her. The sheet that covers the bed should’ve been changed but I didn’t have the self-control to make the bed before taking her. It’ll have to do for tonight. I wipe between her legs with a towel and do my best to fix the askew sheet under her so she’s not on bare mattress. This bed is old. It’s not good enough for her. I’ll buy a new one.
I lift her clothing from the floor and drape it over the armchair near the fire, so it’ll dry. I feel my mouth tug into a smile at the vision of her sleeping form. She’s beautiful. And she’s mine. I bask in the way that feels for a long moment before I decide to fetch more wood from the garage to stock both fireplaces for the morning as well as more fuel for the generator. I secure things in the main room and survey the inside of the cabinets in the kitchen. There are some tins of fruit, and only a few pantry staples. I smile as I slip two tins of fruit into the refrigerator. It’s noisily working to get cold.