Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
She wiggled her ass. “Yes?”
Ha. I fucking loved the way her intonation lifted to make it sound like a question rather than answer. Still, I needed to check in.
“You don’t need to talk about what you saw? What I am?” She’d seen me shift to and from a wolf. It had to be startling. She’d said she wasn’t scared of me, but I was sure she had questions. Maybe this was like the wild sex we had the first time–her way of releasing the tension seeing me had created.
With her head pressed into the bed, her eyes turned to look up at me. “Now? I mean…” Her eyes dropped to my dick, took in how hard and ready I was. “You were eating me out, and now you want to talk?”
“Good point.” I growled, leaning down to run my nose up her slit from behind, breathing in the sweetest scent ever. “After I give you a bunch of orgasms and a hard fucking?”
She pressed back into me, rolling her back to get closer. “After.”
Lifting my head, I met her eyes again. I licked my lips, then reached down to give my dick a hard pump.
Then I raised my hand and gave her three more spanks, these a little harder. “You are the sexiest female I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
She gasped, her eyes falling closed. “Roy, please.”
“You beg so sweetly.”
My wolf couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside her. I ripped open the condom and sheathed my dick then rubbed the head over her sopping entrance.
She moaned, arching her back to take me.
With one hand on her hip, I eased into her, closing my eyes and breathing through my nose to keep from shoving in too hard. Her tight channel was hot and wet and fit like a dream, but she was still small. Her pussy was a tight glove. I pulled back then held on with both hands to hold her steady for her fucking.
“This how you wanted it, little human?” I pumped in and out of her, my loins slapping her ass in a quick, staccato rhythm. “You want to sense the animal in me?”
“Yes,” she cried, pushing her hips back to meet me for each hard thrust. “God, yes.”
God. Yes.
My mate wanted me as badly as I wanted her. It felt like I’d died and been resurrected. Too good to be true. Like the culmination of my entire life had been for this moment. Right now. With her.
She knew who I was. What I was. My past.
It was now time for my future.
Our future.
I closed my eyes and clamped my teeth together, continuing the quick, rough pace without letting my thoughts of marking her take over. She was perfect.
This was perfect. Music sang in my ears–the whistle of wind through trees. Of birdsong in morning. Of two heartbeats finding one rhythm.
I wanted the moment to last forever.
But Brooke started screaming louder. “Yes! Yes, Roy! Yes, please!”
Was she begging for more? My mate wanted something? It was my job to give it to her.
Fuck, then I had to give her more.
I pulled out, flipped her on her back with a rough bounce, and lifted her heels up over my shoulders. Re-entering her, I found a new, perfect rhythm, slapping in and out, pounding it home.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whimpered, her head thrown back, eyes closed. “Oh please, Roy. Please. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. I need…oh…OH! ROY!”
The moment she screamed my name, I sank deep and felt her walls ripple around me. I came hard, my balls tightening and pumping cum until I filled that condom so full I was afraid it would burst. Her orgasm went on and on, with her squeezing my dick, milking me for more.
I licked the pad of my thumb and brought it to her clit.
One touch, and she exploded with another orgasm, screaming out another, “Ohmygod, YES!” as her thighs shook and trembled against me, her heels digging into my shoulders.
“Brooke, I need you to know something else,” I said, as I tried to catch my breath.
It was probably the wrong moment. Her glassy eyes couldn’t even focus on my face.
“What?” Her husky voice went straight to my dick, making me come a little more.
My brain was short-circuited by pleasure. I didn’t choose my words wisely. I just blurted the thing out.
“I’m a wolf.”
“I know,” she replied.
That was a good start.
“You belong to me. You’re fucking mine.”
23
BROOKE
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I smiled up at Roy, raised my hand, and stroked his soft hair. I loved him like this: rough and growly and possessive. He was a hot fantasy straight out of a juicy romance novel.
He searched my face for a moment then delivered a searing kiss. “I already love you,” he said when he’d left me breathless. “Does it freak you out to hear that?”