Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
His eyelids fell over those clear, bright irises, his lips parting just a little.
“Because I’m for it,” I told him and paused. “It’s been years since my last relationship, for the record.”
“I’m for doing anything with you.” Before I could mentally prepare, he picked me up and sat me on his thighs, straddling him. “I can count my partners on one hand, and my only relationship was while I was in college.”
I tried not to frown at his admission, since I was the one who’d started it, but I was pretty sure I failed. “Is it weird I’m jealous over people I’ll hopefully never meet?”
Henri’s hands molded around my hips possessively. “No, because I’m jealous as hell, and I don’t think I want to know anything about that part of your life.” His hands pulled me up higher on his lap. “You’ll never have a reason to be jealous over my life before you, Nina. I wouldn’t have done that to my future mate.”
Right, because most werewolves didn’t mess around much.
I knew that well. Matti and Sienna hadn’t been virgins when they met, but neither one of them had ever been that casual about sex either. Maybe there had been a one-night stand or two, but that was the extent of it, other than the relationships they’d had. Werewolves were too possessive, and some of them hotheaded, and relationship drama was something everyone tried to avoid.
Henri dragged his nose up my neck, done with that part of our conversation. “The more you smell like me, the better.”
This might be the best day of my life, I decided, taking his bottom lip between my teeth and giving it a suck, his grumble so deep I felt it between my legs. “I want you to smell just as much like me as you want me to smell like you,” I admitted in return. “Before you leave for work, I’m going to rub my cheek all over you, mark you up real good every morning.”
His groan in response was going to be burned into my core memories. “How did you know that’s exactly what I was thinking about doing to you every day? Cover you up so there’s no doubt you’ve got a possessive, obsessive mate at home.”
A little whimper rose up my chest.
But he wasn’t done. “You can mark me up all you want, Nina, any time you want. The more, the better.”
“Anybody messes with you, they’re messing with me,” I groaned, rocking against him, scrambling even closer to him. I buried my face into his neck and bit his trap muscle, earning a savage groan and a buck of his hips I had to cling to, to hold on.
Henri’s hands went down to my ass. “I guess we’re starting tonight?”
Lowering me onto my back on the bed, his hands slid under my shirt, palms flat on the band of my underwear at my hips.
I arched my back. “Yes, please. Right now would be great.”
Those long fingers slipped between my underwear and the tender skin there, and he tugged the plain gray underwear down my legs before dropping them on the floor. I let my thighs fall apart as he kneeled on the mattress, one palm shaping my right inner thigh, his thumb rubbing a circle inches from my center. A deep grumble filled his chest. “How can you be this damn perfect?”
Before I could argue with him, he slipped his forearm under my thighs, spread my legs even wider, and his mouth went straight to sucking between my legs.
I almost levitated off the bed, slapping a hand over my mouth to keep from crying out at the sensation of his tongue dipping low, tasting. Licking. Henri’s hands hugged my thighs to his cheeks, his mouth moving to suck my clit.
My hands went to his head, cupping it, crushing him against the middle of my body. “Henri,” I choked.
He shook his head right where he was, literally rubbing his stubbled cheek against my seam, his tongue licking up one lower lip, then the other. Sucking one, then giving the other the same attention. “You taste so goddamn good, Nina,” he murmured.
Henri sucked and thrust his tongue inside of me until I was coming straight into his mouth, my stomach muscles clenching and unclenching over and over again. One brawny arm hooked under both my thighs, the other going low around my back, picking me up. “I don’t trust myself to notice if the kids come up here,” he explained, standing up. “When we get our own house, we’ll get one with a puppy door we can lock.”
Our own house. The sound of that was almost as good as the orgasm he’d just given me. It made all this seem so… real. So wonderful.
I nodded and kissed him, feeling the dampness on his cheeks, knowing it was me he was covered in, and I loved it. I brushed my tongue against his, fully aware he was heading toward the bathroom door, opening it and kicking it closed in a smooth motion behind us before locking it. Bathrooms were the only rooms in the clubhouse that didn’t have a small doggy door at the bottom.