Wrathful Souls (Sons of Templar MC – New Mexico #3) Read Online Anne Malcom

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Dark, MC Tags Authors: Series: Sons of Templar MC - New Mexico Series by Anne Malcom
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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 105506 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 528(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 352(@300wpm)
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“Baby, the floors are hard, don’t want you hurting your knees.”

I blinked at the concern. Here was a man, hard as a rock, still overcome with ferocious need—every part of him was coiled tight—and he was worried about me hurting my knees while I sucked his cock?

Something warm settled in my stomach, but I quickly pushed that away.

“I can handle a little pain, outlaw,” I murmured, pulling on his hands.

I sensed his hesitation, the warring of the gentlemanly side of him and the scoundrel.

Luckily for the both of us, the scoundrel won out.

The ground was indeed cold and hard on my knees, but my body was burning so hot that I barely noticed.

My hands trembled as I hastened to undo his belt and jeans.

I let out a sound of appreciation once I had him in my hand. Long, hard, exquisite. There had not been a time in my life when I’d marveled at a man’s cock. Not until then, at least.

I gripped him at the base firmly, leaning forward to lick him at his head.

Hands tangled in my hair. “Holy fuck, Sariah.”

I trailed my tongue along his cock. This man was completely at my mercy. I’d always loved the power of this act. No matter that the woman was on her knees, she was the one who could bring her man down if she so wished.

But that was not the goal of today. So I wrapped my lips around him and went to work.

It had been established that I was not chaste or virginal. To put it crudely, I’d sucked a fair few dicks. And I was pretty good at it if I did say so myself. So I was used to various sounds of male appreciation.

But all of them paled in comparison to Colby. His guttural curses, the way his hands tangled in my hair, fisting it almost to the point of pain. It all served to rile me up even though I’d been more than thoroughly satisfied not minutes earlier.

“Sariah, baby, if you don’t stop right now, I’m gonna fuckin’ come in your mouth.” I savored the way he grunted, sounding like he was battling for control.

I didn’t stop. To the contrary, I continued with renewed vigor.

The hand tugging at my scalp pulled harder, and Colby let out a strangled growl as he released himself into me. I took him greedily, reveling in the new experience of letting a man do this. Not once had I let anyone finish in my mouth. It was something that felt too intimate and tawdry.

Not with Colby.

I took everything he could give, and when he finished, I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, cleaning him before I looked up at him.

His head was bent down to me, eyes meeting mine. The air seemed to crackle between us, and my skin thrummed with the weight of that gaze. It wasn’t just sleepy and satisfied as I’d expected. It was somehow … fierce too. Full of an ownership that unnerved me.

I tried my best to paint on a sultry smile, wiping the sides of my mouth demurely with my finger.

Colby’s hands went under my arms, hauling me up his body, brushing against his half hard dick.

He used one of his hands to reach between us and put himself back in his jeans. But one of his hands stayed firmly on my upper arm, as if he sensed that I was ready to bolt.

My heartbeat began slowing. I wasn’t trapped in a post-orgasmic fog anymore, realizing that the room contained more than just our bodies, our pleasure. There was a nifty little thing present called reality. And she was a bitch.

“This was about working out frustration and anger, nothing else,” I rushed to tell him quickly before he could murmur anything that would mimic the expression on his face.

Colby didn’t look surprised by my change of demeanor. No, he just smiled as if he’d been … expecting it.

“Whatever you say, poppet,” he drawled cockily.

I yanked my skirt down farther, mindful that my shredded panties were nowhere to be found.

“I’m not your poppet,” I grumbled.

Instead of arguing back, he shook his head, brushing my hair behind my ear and leaning in to kiss me.

I definitely should’ve pushed him away. Or at the very least, I shouldn’t have stayed statue-like, and I definitely should not have kissed him back.

I didn’t do any of those things.

I kissed him back. Eagerly.

When we pulled apart, I was breathing heavily once more and in a dreamlike state.

Until he spoke, that was.

Colby cupped my chin. “We’re gonna go hunting. You’re gonna stay here with your girl, and when you’re not here, you’ll have a prospect on you wherever you go.”

I gaped at him, all fond feelings quickly disappearing. “Those sounded like a lot of orders which you are not at liberty to give.”


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