Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
The more he fucked her, the more she melted. The more she melted, the more glazed her eyes became . . . until she looked totally out of it.
He hummed low in his throat. ‘Fuck drunk. Aren’t you?’ She wasn’t the only one. He was all wrapped up in her taste, her heat, her scent, the tight clasp of her pussy. He couldn’t have pulled out of her body to save his life.
He felt the warmth of her magick flow over him like a roll of steam that sank into his skin. ‘Scent-marking me again?’
She stared at him, looking rather pleased with herself. ‘It’ll be permanent this time. Even if we part ways, you’ll still smell of my magick . . . unless I agree to undo it. Which I won’t. So ha.’
Emberlyn wasn’t sure what exact reaction she’d expected to that declaration. A chuckle. A bite. A brow flick. Maybe even a nipple pinch.
Instead, satisfaction bloomed in his dilated pupils as his expression turned nothing short of carnal – his eyes hot, his mouth a cold slash, his jaw a hard blade. That look went right to her nipples. Nipples that were tight and pulsing.
Her body was a mess. The need to come slashed at her insides and made her core and breasts ache. ‘You’re not mad?’
He started rolling his hips fast, slamming hard. She’d take that as a no.
Slapping sounds mingled with their grunts, groans and rough exhales as his hips kept bounding forward heavily, shoving his thick shaft deep enough to hurt a little.
Arching into the drives of his cock, she delved a hand into his hair and scratched at his scalp. He lowered his face to hers, and their lips met in a savage kiss that was all tongue and teeth. He freaking devoured her mouth with such intensity her lungs burned for air.
Finally, he broke the kiss. ‘You’re mine in every way now, Emberlyn,’ he snarled, roughly plowing his dick into her. ‘I’ll never give you up. Not ever.’
She wouldn’t let him if he tried.
The tips of his claws lightly scraped her arms, sides, thighs, outer breasts – wherever he could reach, could mark. Loving the sheer primitiveness of it, she arched into the sensations, eager for more.
She dug her fingers deeper into his ass, moaning louder and louder and louder as he insistently jackhammered into her like he was caught in a frenzy. ‘Rip,’ she gasped.
‘Jax. Say it,’ he bit off. ‘I want to hear you say it while I claim you.’
‘Jax.’
Growling, he shifted his angle so he rubbed his shaft over her clit . . . and bit down hard on the crook of her neck.
She came with a scream, her head falling back, her spine bowing, her pussy clamping and clenching.
Ripper fucked her harder, faster, fiercer. Then he jammed his cock deep and exploded, filling her with his come.
Almost every muscle in her body losing their tone, she more or less flopped to the mattress. He remained over her like a blanket as they panted, shaking with aftershocks.
Unlatching his teeth from her throat, he hummed against the bite. It didn’t sting, since the skin hadn’t broken – to do that would have been to put her through the Change – but it certainly throbbed. ‘Love you, baby.’
Her chest squeezed. ‘Love you, too,’ she rasped.
They had some stuff to figure out. Like when exactly he wanted to move into the manor. Like who the rest of the faction members were. Like how best to reveal to his clan that, hey, they had an Alpha female now – one who was also a witch. Maybe he was right in believing that his wolves would take it well, but maybe he wasn’t.
Time would tell.
A door creaked open somewhere inside the manor, and then there was the distant sound of footfalls.
Ripper slowly lifted his head. ‘Tell me that isn’t one of those damn goblins.’
‘They don’t leave the basement.’ Well, not unless she bid them to do so.
He squinted. ‘Is there anything else . . . otherworldly living in this house?’
She only smiled.
‘Fuck,’ he muttered.
‘Are you sure you want to move in?’
‘Well, I’m not living separately from my mate.’ He touched the tip of his nose to hers. ‘Never thought I’d claim one.’
‘Never thought I’d go down this route a second time.’
‘There won’t be a third,’ he half vowed, half warned. ‘You belong to me now. There’ll never be a time when you don’t.’
She felt her lips curve again. ‘Sounds good to me.’