Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“I won’t. You’re mine, princess. You always were, and you always will be.” He glances at my abdomen. “Especially now.”
“Rogan, no.” I swallow, my legs unsteady. My God, just being in his presence has me wanting to escape reality. Run into that green meadow in the ether and be with him forever.
Except…
None of this is real.
It’s all manufactured by my father.
And why?
Only he can answer that question, and he’s back in the ether, safe in his bunker while his minions fight his battles for him.
“What do you mean no?” Rogan narrows his eyes. “You’re mine, Hannah.”
“It’s not real, Rogan,” I say. “None of it is real.”
“Shut the fuck up!” His mouth comes down on mine again.
The door to the closet isn’t quite closed. Anyone could wander by, hear our moans and grunts. But I don’t care.
In this moment, I don’t care that everything between Rogan and me is fabricated, forged, fake.
I can’t help myself.
I succumb to it. To the fake feelings between us.
I succumb…
Just this once.
One more time, and then I’ll find my strength. I’ll find myself.
I’ll be able to let go.
If I just have Rogan one more time…
I melt into him and revel as his strong hands move the straps of my tank top off my shoulders.
God, his touch…
It scorches me, sets me on fire between my legs.
How? How did my father manage this?
How could he—
Words cease, then. No more thoughts of my father, of his treachery.
Of his fucking lies.
Only Rogan.
Rogan and me.
I lose myself in the kiss, as I’ve done so many times before.
No more Hannah.
Only the kiss.
Only the two of us…together.
He cups my breasts, thumbs my nipples, and I moan into his mouth, my legs turning to jelly.
His tongue tangles with mine, and when he finally pulls back to suck in a breath, he squeezes my tits. “Fuck, princess,” he growls. “Have to have you. Have to have you now.”
“God, yes,” I say on a breath.
He turns me around so I’m facing the wall, and in an instant, my leather pants are around my knees, and his fingers are between my legs.
He inhales. Touches me. Groans. “So fucking wet…”
And I am. I’m wet. Ripe. Ready.
Just one more time…
That’s all I need.
His cock inside me once more, and then I’ll find the strength to leave.
His warm breath sears the sensitive flesh of my neck, and the blood echoes in his veins. It’s moving quickly, whooshing, heading toward his cock.
The pouch of O neg I drank only moments before has no more effect on me. The need—no, the ache—for Rogan’s blood thunders through me, and I turn to face him as my gums tingle and my fangs descend.
His emerald eyes are smoky with desire, and his carotid pulses like a beacon in his neck.
I lick my lips.
“Take it,” Rogan growls. “Take from me, princess. Take what you need.”
5
I sink my fangs directly into his pulsing carotid…and I drink.
I drink the essence from Rogan—the blood that gives me strength like nothing else does. The dark chocolate and lusty merlot elixir that fuels me with energy, vigor, drive. That satiates that intense hunger I never knew existed before him.
The thick ambrosia coats my tongue, slides down my throat like bittersweet syrup. I close my eyes, and I take.
I take from him.
From this man who is everything to me.
Still, even with what I know, he’s everything to me. He’s inside me. Not just his blood, but his progeny.
And as I take from him, the tiny life inside me takes as well. My child will be strong and healthy and—
I yank my mouth from his neck, closing his wounds so he won’t bleed out.
“Princess…” he growls.
“No more…”
“Yes. Now, princess. You took from me, and now I’ll take from you.”
He turns me around so I’m facing the wall once more. The zing of his zipper sets my ears on fire, and—
“God!” I cry out as he thrusts his hard cock inside me.
“Mine,” he growls. “Always mine, Hannah.”
No. No. Not yours. Never yours.
Except the words don’t make it out of my throat. I know them to be true, but I resist. I resist so hard because my desire—my aching need—for this man, this wolf, overrides everything.
His thrusts consume me, and though I know in my head it’s all built on my father’s lies, in my heart, I know differently.
I feel differently.
But feelings…
Feelings can lie to you. They can make you think things that aren’t true. That aren’t…
“Mine, princess,” he snarls against my neck, scraping my flesh with his teeth.
I shiver beneath him, every part of him in every part of me. My head tells me to resist, but my body, my heart…
I can’t.
I can’t resist, so I surrender.
I surrender to the passion of our joining bodies, of our joining—
“God, yes!” I cry out as the orgasm takes me, fills me, shatters through me.
In this blind moment I don’t care about my father’s manipulation. I don’t care about the war in the ether. I don’t care that the door to this room is open and anyone can walk in and see us.