Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I feel the vibration of a sound from her, so I lift my head to gaze at her lips, but her eyes are closed, lips parted.
It must’ve been a moan.
My wolf loves that. He wants to make her moan all day.
But not out here in the mud.
I sit back, pulling the wrist I still have manacled to lift her easily over my shoulder, then I straighten. Her bare legs draped across my chest are almost too much for me. The scent of her arousal makes me hungry to taste that sweet honey.
I give her upturned ass a sharp slap then rub away the sting.
Her scent drugs me, lowering my inhibitions. Making me do crazy things I wouldn’t normally do with a female.
She’s gone still in my arms, but I can feel the tension in her body.
Her feet are scratched from running barefoot over the sharp rocks. She’s a wolf–she’ll heal fast, but I hate seeing her hurt.
“That was a mistake, Seeress. I told you not to run.”
I don’t sense the vibration of any sound against my back indicating an answer.
Back in the cabin, I take her straight into the bathroom to wash off the mud. When I set her on her feet on the rug, she wobbles on her long, coltish legs. The flannel shirt flaps open, buttons gone. She tries to pull it closed, but I’m too quick for her, yanking it down her arms, so it falls at her feet.
Claim her.
Mate.
This gorgeous she-wolf is completely naked with me in a small room, and I don’t know if I can hold myself back.
Aster
Running was a mistake. I should’ve known I couldn’t escape him. It only irritated the man and excited his wolf.
Now his glittering gold gaze promises punishment.
Or a rough claiming–it’s hard to tell which.
I can’t tell whether I’m scared or thrilled.
Noah’s eyes glow with his wildness. His cock tents his jeans. I’m trapped in this small room with him–naked and weak and no match against his strength.
What is he going to do to me?
He grips my shoulders and turns me to face the sink countertop. I meet his golden gaze in the mirror. Mine looks startled. His, feral.
He presses between my shoulder blades, folding me forward until I brace my forearms on the cool marble.
Prowling closer, he positions himself beside my hip and strokes his large palm down my back to arrive at my ass. He squeezes me roughly then lifts his hand away and brings it down with a clap.
I get lightheaded. Dazed. Wet where I’ve never been wet before. It doesn’t hurt. Not at all. But my wolf is riled up.
Especially when he immediately rubs away the sting, massaging, and squeezing my ass before he delivers the next spank. I’m panting, breathing in short little gasps, awash in sensations. The steady thrum between my legs grows louder. I want him there.
No. No, I don’t. That would be crazy. Surrendering to this burning desire would mean I lose everything–my entire identity. My life’s training and dedication to become the honored Seeress.
It’s not possible. There’s no way.
Yet, still, I don’t move to stop him. I’m not sure I could if I tried, though he seems more in control than he was out in the mud. And even then, he didn’t claim me.
Noah peppers my ass with spanks–light ones interspersed with caresses. It sends all the blood rushing between my legs, and the scent of my arousal fills the room like a hedonistic perfume.
I imagine him kicking my legs wider, gripping my hips, and taking me roughly from behind.
My body revels in the idea. My mind rebels.
Noah clasps the back of my neck and uses it to lift me from my position and rotate my body to face him. His lips crash against mine with bruising intensity.
I open for the kiss, apparently as eager as he is. His tongue sweeps into my mouth. He sucks at my lips.
It’s…transcendent. The most honest interaction I’ve had with anyone in my life. It’s like all my defenses and self-protective measures have crumbled, laying my true essence bare. I’m raw and open and impossibly sensitive to every nuance of this man’s touch.
Still kissing me, Noah tugs me toward the shower, where he turns on the water then picks me up by the waist and lifts me inside under the spray.
I rinse the mud out of my hair and from my face and legs, acutely aware that Noah is stripping out of his clothes. In a moment, he will be naked. I will see everything.
I’ve seen naked men before–witnessing the Alpha Rites. I found them almost repulsive. Frightening. But right now…I can’t look away. Noah’s body is built of solid, chiseled muscle. He slides his jeans and boxers off, and I get a view of his powerful thighs and ass. And…oh my.
Oh…wow. His cock flies at full mast for me, thick and hard. My body instantly readies for him, the slick between my legs hot on my inner thighs.