Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
She grabbed his shoulders, digging in her nails as she pulled.
He moved up her again, resisting her strength, taking his time. Both hips. Her abdomen. Both breasts, rolling the nipples in eternal heat.
She was whimpering by the time he reached her mouth again, kissing her. Totally in control. Slowly, he slid a hand beneath her thigh, lifting it, pressing against her clit.
“You still good?” His voice was a low rumble and his eyes fierce. Dark. Glittering.
Gulping, she nodded, sliding her fingers around his hips to dig her nails into his butt. She needed this. Just once. Only for today. Then they could figure out the rest.
He penetrated her, taking his time, stretching her. God, he was big. Huge. But he went slow, allowing her to adjust, torturing her a bit more. She bit her lip. His eyes flared and he licked the wound. “Don’t hurt yourself. I won’t like it.” The command held a threat that had wetness spilling from her, all around his cock. She’d figure that one out later.
Finally, when she’d aged several years, he was fully embedded inside her, balls to her ass.
He rested on his elbows, studying her again. “You still good?”
That was it. She slid her thighs up, widened her knees, and wrapped both legs around his waist. Then she pushed in with her feet.
One of his dark eyebrows rose. The strain showed in the tight muscles in his arms, in the rough clench of his jaw. Yet his control was impressive.
“Move, Caidrik,” she whispered. “Please.” Yeah, she instinctively knew that last word would push him.
It did.
He pulled out and powered back inside her, going slow until apparently, he figured she was finally good.
Then he pounded.
Hard, fast, wild, he took her to the edge and shoved her right over. Sparks flew out from his hard cock, through her entire body, zinging to her breasts and making her ears ring.
He kept hammering.
Oh, God. She climbed again, her hands frantic against his now slick skin, her body overtaken. Not once in her entire life had she felt like this. He changed his angle, and electricity arced through her.
She stiffened, grabbing him, and climaxed so hard the waves seemed to go on forever. Finally, only then, did he drop his face to her neck and shudder with his own release.
Then, still erect inside her, he leaned back. “You still good?”
Numbly, her body rioting and satiated at the same time, she nodded.
“Excellent. We’re not done.” Then he started to move again.
Chapter 13
Caidrik smelled them before he heard them outside.
The scent crept under the door, sharp and cold, riding the wind like a warning. Too many wolves to be coincidence. His muscles tightened instantly. He tossed the covers back and reached for Nadia. “Nadia. Wake up.”
She murmured, still heavy with sleep, and tried to scoot closer to him. Her body found his on instinct, seeking heat. He forced himself upright and crossed the small cabin, the floor cold under his feet. He grabbed the extra sleeping bag and wrapped it around his hips before feeding another log into the fire. The flames caught with a crack, light jumping across the rough walls. “Nadia,” he said again.
“What?” she asked grumpily, blinking at him.
There was fresh whisker burn across her delicate chin. His doing. The sight of it hit him low and hard. He liked his mark on her.
Right now, he needed to protect her.
Wolves were coming, and when he stepped outside, he’d have to shift. He could probably handle her shifting with him inside, but there was no reason to push their luck.
“Wake up, baby,” he said.
She blinked once more, then sat up. The blue sleeping bag slid to her waist, baring her breasts. He’d spent an inordinate amount of time on those the night before. Whisker burns and faint marks tracked her skin, proof where his mouth and hands had been. He’d definitely marked her. The thought sent satisfaction roaring through him, dark and possessive, and he hardened again. He wasn’t sure he’d ever get enough of her.
“Did you hear me?” he asked
“Yes.” She stood and stretched. “I’ll shift the minute you’re outside. Are we in danger?” Her eyes widened now.
“Probably.” He opened the door and stepped onto the frozen ground. The cold bit into him instantly, but he welcomed it. Nobody was getting between him and that female. Ever. Last night had cemented that fact in his mind.
He shut the door and waited.
It took about ten more minutes for the wolves to reach the clearing. His senses were that good. He cocked his head, recognizing the scent even if he didn’t recognize the faces. “Are we on Copper Pack land?” he growled.
The closest wolf, a light brown with sharp eyes, stepped forward. He wasn’t the biggest there, but he was lean and carried himself like he’d survived things. The wolf shook his head and then jerked it toward the tree line.