Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I let out a watery laugh. “You haven’t tried my cakes, yet.”
He grinned, his eyes roving over my face with so much affection, it warmed me to my toes. “That’s right. We’ll have to rectify that. Wedding cake for breakfast tomorrow?”
“That sounds great,” I murmured. All the sadness, the heartache, the confusion were gone. In it, I felt light. Happy.
“So, you’re giving me another chance?”
I shook my head and his face went blank. “No. I’m giving us a chance.”
“I love the sound of that.” He pulled my hips over his groin, so my center rubbed over his hard length, and then groaned. “Fuck. Now we have a problem.”
“What?”
“I need to get my hands all over you, show you how satisfied I’m gonna keep you, only--” He broke off and swallowed.
I ground down on him, rubbing my breasts against his chest. “Only what?” I purred.
His breath fell hot on my neck. His fingers tightened on my hips. “Only…” He pulled my hips down hard over his erection once more. “I’m so fucked, Marina,” he admitted on an exhale.
I laughed because now I knew this wasn’t a rejection. It was Colton’s lust for me. His inability to hold back. He wanted me too much. His fear of hurting me or pushing me too far too fast.
“How so, Sergeant Major?” I flicked my tongue over his earlobe.
“I-I can’t hold back. And there’s no fucking way I can leave you again, either.”
I leaned back and caught his eye. “So don’t.”
He blinked, and his eyes were yellow.
“Don’t hold back,” I said. “I’m ready to be claimed.”
He slid his hands under my pajama shorts, cupping my bare ass. “You-you can’t be sure. You’re too young to decide.”
“Shut up.” I pulled my tank top up to show him my breasts. “You don’t get to tell me I’m too young. And you don’t get to decide for me. I want my wolf-bite. And I want it now.”
“But school.”
“I have two semesters left. I can do them anywhere. My dad’s not involved anymore--long story--so I don’t have to be in LA.”
“Oh fates. Oh Christ. Are you saying you want to live at Wolf Ranch?”
“Are you saying you’re getting out of the military?” I countered.
“I decided that earlier. With Rob. I’m getting my papers and getting out. Going home. For good.” A vulnerability crossed his features. “With you?”
I beamed. “See, all you had to do was ask.”
Colton had me up on the bed in seconds, my pajamas stripped from my body with a few quick tugs. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, little girl,” he growled, parting my legs.
He settled his mouth between them, licking into me like a demon.
No, like a wolf.
A crazed, moon-mad wolf about to mark his mate.
As I writhed and dug my fingers into his hair, I couldn’t freaking wait.
21
COLTON
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There was no stopping now. Even though my mind screamed at me to pull back, to make sure she meant it, my wolf was too hungry for her. I had to pleasure her. To hear her scream my name. To claim her as mine, forever.
It was finally fucking happening.
Holding off had been the longest 48 hours of my life.
I feasted on her like a starved man. Her little sighs, moans and cries only fueled my desire to satisfy my mate before I took my own satisfaction.
“Marina,” I growled her name every time I came up for breath, to make sure her lashes still fluttered in ecstasy. Every time, she lifted her head and met my wild gaze and moaned, “Yes.”
I used my tongue in every way I knew how, flicking, fluttering, penetrating. I could stay here for hours between her thighs. Her taste, her scent, were all over my face. And while she was the one to be marked tonight, I wanted to be drenched in her, so everyone would know I was claimed, too.
Yet I needed to have her come. Needed to give her the pleasure I’d denied her since yesterday and myself. It was crucial I could please her, that my naughty girl was all. Fucking. Mine.
I rimmed her anus and made her squeal. I screwed two fingers inside her, carefully at first and then when she practically ripped the sheets to shreds in her tight grip, I didn’t hold back. I methodically stroked her inner wall, seeking her G-spot as I swirled my tongue around her clit.
Her cries grew more frantic, her head arched back in pleasure, mouth open. “Yes, Colton, please. Please don’t stop! Please, ohmygod!”
I pumped my fingers inside her and affixed my lips over her little nubbin, suctioning onto it and pulling. She would come. Now. And again. And again.
“Oh my God,” she squealed again, hips lifting off the bed and bouncing. Her tight pussy contracted around my fingers, her arousal practically dripping onto my palm. I waited until she’d finished, laying replete and panting, then crawled over the top of her and unbuttoned my jeans.