Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 48193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 241(@200wpm)___ 193(@250wpm)___ 161(@300wpm)
He twitches inside me and—astonishingly—begins to grow hard again.
“Take me again,” I beg. Not wanting to think. Only wanting to feel.
Ryker smiles and pumps his hips into me. “As you wish.”
RYKER
This is what it is like, then, to be lost in a mate. The scents of her, the sounds of her, the slide of her lips against mine— every little piece of her is perfect. I would not change a single thing about her. She was made for me and I for her.
I want her just as she is. All my senses sing, almost howling that she is a goddess. My goddess. The most perfect being I will ever touch. My powerful witch.
I want to mark her, too. I want every inch of her marked with my scent so there is not a creature in any land who would mistake her for anything but mine.
My wolf gives a low sound of assent which comes out of my own mouth as well. The moon is nearly full if not there yet. The need to claim my mate is strong.
I kiss the pulse point at the side of Idalis’s neck. I kiss the dip of her belly button. I kiss the curve of each thigh. I lick droplets of sweat from her skin. I find every curve of her, and trace it and lick it and suck those places until they are pink from my efforts.
I make her come.
I make her come again, then again, then again, so many times that she weeps with pleasure.
Still, I’m not sated.
I still want more of her.
My cock stays hard and throbbing and insistent. Too insistent to turn over and sleep. Far too insistent to pretend I can ignore it. My life has waited for her. For this moment. I need nothing else.
In an instant, as the feeling overwhelms me, I flip Idalis over onto all fours. With her on her belly, her head on one of the pillows, her hips lifted toward me. I nudge the head of my cock into her opening while playing with her clit and she lets out a long, quiet moan. Fucking perfect.
She is open for me, and ready, and I enter her again with a deep thrust. I love the way she grips the sheets and how her swollen lips part with my name.
Gripping her hips, I hold her in place. Idalis only rocks her hips a little, taking me deeper.
“Do not move,” I order. “Stay here. I need you to stay here.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “Yes.”
Her pussy clenches around me, hot and tight and slick with both of us, and I drop my head back and release a low growl into the air. I do not know what to do with the sensation that overwhelms me. I do not know how to handle so much pleasure. I have handled pain many times, but this is so much more intense that it turns my thoughts to mud.
It’s a deep need that I cannot fight.
I curl back toward her and bend my head, folding forward to cover her. Idalis spreads her thighs wider to accommodate me, but she does not need to. I am already seated inside her, and she was made to take me.
My cock pulses inside her.
I balance myself over her, rolling my hips only because I must move, I must do something to handle this pleasure. I breathe deeper, my blunt nails digging into her skin.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous like this. Her hair is a mess and yet perfect. I can only see half her face, but the cheek visible to me is flushed pink. Her lips are slightly parted, and there’s a small curve to her lips.
“I need to claim you,” I tell her, and kiss the nape of her neck.
Idalis did not ask to be my mate. There was no way she could have predicted this would happen. We were brought together by fate.
She would probably say it was her spell that brought us here, not fate, but couldn’t fate have guided her hands?
Moving her hair to the side, she offers me her neck. “Claim me.”
I react instantly, biting her neck just enough to break skin and as I do, I fuck her recklessly. Forcing pleasure over her body as she cries out. The bed pounds against the wall as I lick and kiss the wound. My hips piston as the pleasure builds and I chase my climax.
Finally we come together, and I’ve never felt so complete.
Idalis lets me go with a soft sigh and turns into my arms when I lay on the pillow. She fits her body to mine and adjusts her head on my chest.
Her heart pounds. It takes a while for it to settle, as if she is waiting for me to give chase or go into battle with her or initiate another round. When her fingertips touch the mark, that’s already started to heal from my licks, she smiles. A faint beautiful smile. My heart swells.