Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
“Been waiting so damn long for this.” His teeth grazed my skin, biting just hard enough to make me whimper, and I arched into him, my nails scoring his shoulders. “For you.”
His eyes burned with a need I’d only glimpsed that first time he’d made me come with his hand. This was different, though. He was finally fully giving in to our passion.
“Mine,” he repeated again as the tip of his dick pressed against my core.
I started to tense, but he didn’t give me the chance before he pushed into me with a groan that vibrated through my chest. The stretch burned, a sharp gasp tearing from my throat as he filled me, rough and unrelenting. My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails in their wake.
He hissed and held still. “Fuck, beautiful. You feel so damn good.”
“Wish I could say the same,” I panted through the sting. “But you’re so big.”
“Only for you, Alanna.” He shifted a little, and I was surprised to feel pleasure instead of pain. “And you were made to take me.”
I felt a feminine thrill at his words. I wiggled my hips and tugged him closer. “Then take me, Chance. Make me yours.”
“Mine,” he growled yet again as the final thread of his control snapped.
His hands pinned my hips as he moved, each stroke a claiming. The counter creaked beneath us, the storm outside a wild chorus to his rhythm. I couldn’t think…could only feel him, hot and hard inside me, his sweat-slicked skin slamming against mine with each powerful thrust.
I whimpered his name, my legs wrapping around him as I held on for the ride until I shattered beneath him.
“Chance! Yesssss!” My cry was lost to the thunder as waves of release crashed through me.
He followed, his grip tightening as a low groan escaped. “You’re mine, Alanna.”
He spilled into me, marking me in a way that felt permanent.
For a moment, we stayed there, breathless, his forehead pressed to mine while we caught our breath. Then he pulled back, his eyes softening just enough for me to see the tenderness he’d held back for far too long.
15
DRIFT
The first thing I felt was warmth. Soft, steady, and too damn perfect to be anything but Alanna.
Sunlight peeked through the wooden slats covering the windows. The sheets were twisted low around our hips, the kind of disarray that told a story without needing words. The scent of her skin—warm and faintly sweet—mixed with salt air and the faint musk of sex lingered in the sheets.
Her hair spilled across my chest, strands catching the light as they rose and fell with each quiet breath I took. One arm was draped across my stomach, her hand resting just above my hip. Every time she shifted in her sleep, her fingers brushed my skin and sent small sparks chasing through me.
I should’ve felt guilty.
I didn’t.
All I felt was hers.
The weight of what we’d done, the line I’d fucking pole-vaulted over, hovered somewhere in the back of my mind. She was Jax’s sister. The woman I’d sworn to protect. Not touch, not taste, not fall for.
But none of that mattered now. Not with her curled against me like she’d been built for this exact space—my side, my bed, my world.
Her leg slid against mine when she shifted again, the movement pulling a low sound from my throat. I brushed a strand of hair from her face, careful not to wake her. She looked peaceful, her lips parted slightly and her lashes casting faint shadows across her cheeks. She had the glow of a woman who’d been well and thoroughly fucked, which hit me square in the chest in a way I’d never felt before.
I’d told myself a hundred times she was off-limits. That she deserved someone softer. Better. Someone who didn’t come with scars and blood on his hands.
But when she’d said she wanted me—chose me over Jax—every wall I’d built cracked down the middle and came apart.
Now she was here. Naked, in my arms, and pressed against me like she was afraid I’d vanish if she let go.
The storm had rolled out sometime before dawn, leaving the world washed clean. The distant crash of waves came steady through the open window, soft and rhythmic like a heartbeat. I let my palm drift up her spine, feeling the smooth line of her back and the small hitch of her breath when my fingers brushed her skin.
My body reacted instantly, traitorous as hell, heat pulsing heavy in my dick. The memory of her voice crying out in ecstasy and her body moving and writhing beneath mine flickered through my mind, and my muscles tightened on instinct. I could still feel the faint tremor of her last release around my cock like an echo I couldn’t shake.
My breath came heavier, my chest rising against the weight of her body. She shifted again, her thigh sliding over mine, and my body responded. My cock swelled until it was painfully hard. My shaft strained toward her heat, impossible to ignore. I ground my teeth, forcing a slow exhale through my nose, fighting the urge to move, to wake her and start it all over again.