Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Our first kiss in the courtyard had been a wildfire. This one sparked in an instant, blossoming into something molten the moment he closed the short distance between us.
“Mine,” Booker growled, the word rumbling from deep in his chest as his hand slid up under my sweater, his fingers tracing the bare skin of my back before tugging the fabric over my head.
He tossed my sweater aside, his gaze devouring me as I sat on the edge of the bed in just my simple bra and leggings. The air between us crackled, the mate bond pulling taut like a string about to snap.
Booker stripped off his shirt in one fluid motion, revealing the hard planes of his muscled chest, tanned and scarred. My breath caught at the sight of him—my wolf, so powerful and patient, now burning for me.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, his hands gentle on my thighs as he peeled my leggings down slowly, his thumbs brushing my inner thighs and sending shivers racing through me. When I was bare except for my underwear, he leaned in, inhaling deeply at the apex of my thighs, a low growl vibrating against me.
“You smell like heaven, kitten.” His voice was rough with need. “My lynx. All mine.”
My cheeks flushed hot, but my lynx purred inside me, arching toward him. I'd never felt anything like the desire brewing low in my belly, making me ache in ways I'd only dreamed of.
“And you’re all mine, too.”
“Damn straight.” Booker rose, shedding his pants quickly. He went commando, and when his cock sprang free, my eyes widened.
“You're huge,” I whispered, a mix of nerves and want twisting inside me.
“Only for you.”
I loved knowing that we’d be each other’s one and only and was fascinated by his hard length. His wolf flashed gold in his eyes as I reached out to tentatively trace a fingertip along his shaft. He twitched under my touch, a hiss escaping his lips.
“Careful, kitten,” he warned, his voice strained. “You're testing my control.”
I smiled up at him. “Who needs control when we have passion?”
“So fucking perfect.” He unhooked my bra, sliding the straps down my shoulders to bare my breasts.
I gasped as he cupped them, his mouth descending to circle one nipple with his tongue before sucking gently. Pleasure shot straight to my core, and I arched into him, moaning as my head fell back.
“Eyes on me, kitten,” he commanded softly, trailing his fingers down my stomach to hook into my panties. “And lift for me.”
I obeyed, raising my hips as he slid them off, leaving me completely exposed. Nervous flutters danced in my belly. This was all new and overwhelming, but his gaze was pure adoration mixed with hunger.
“Don’t be scared, kitten,” he soothed, settling between my thighs. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”
He kissed my breath away before trailing his mouth down my neck, nipping lightly at my collarbone. His hands kneaded my breasts while his teeth grazed a nipple just enough to sting sweetly, marking me with small bites that made my lynx purr.
Lower still, he kissed my stomach, nipping under my navel before spreading my thighs wider. His thumbs parted me, and he licked a slow path from top to bottom, sinking his tongue inside my core.
“Oh yes,” I cried, my fingers tangling in his shaggy hair as my legs wrapped around his shoulders instinctively.
He devoured me ruthlessly—licking and sucking until stars burst behind my eyes. But he didn’t stop there. He slid one thick finger inside, and I clenched around him.
“Need you ready for me, kitten,” he rasped, adding a second finger while circling my clit with his tongue.
The stretch burned deliciously, building pressure until I shattered again, coming hard with a cry that echoed off the stone walls. “Booker! Yes! Oh yes!”
“That’s it, kitten. Come for me,” he murmured against my damp flesh while eating me through my second release.
When my shudders subsided, he kissed up my body and settled between my legs, his dick nudging my soaked entrance.
“You ready for me?” he asked
“Yes, please,” I begged, my nails digging into his back.
He held himself at my entrance, sliding the head through my drenched lower lips before pressing in slowly. Tight heat enveloped him inch by inch, and he dropped his forehead to mine, breathing ragged.
“You feel so good, kitten.”
I whimpered as he stretched me farther, hitting my barrier. A fierce possessiveness flared in his gaze. “All mine. Every inch of you, inside and out.”
“Yes,” I gasped, giving my hips a tiny wiggle.
With a gentle kiss, he thrust forward, breaking through in one swift motion. Pain flared, and a tear slipped down my cheek.
He stilled completely, licking the dampness away tenderly. “Breathe, kitten. I've got you.”
The pain faded slowly, replaced by fullness and need. When I rocked experimentally against him again, he groaned.