Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
But what had been bliss now felt like gnawing guilt, shame bricking up her growing ease as an Alpha’s scathing whisper slid through her pleasure like a splinter. “Do not trust him, mon chou!”
The sour flavor that preceded vomit filled Brenya’s mouth. A gag already drawing her abdomen to contract, then release, then contract again. Tight, shallow pulses that signaled one thing: she was going to be very sick. “He knows!”
“Let him know,” said with a sinister chuckle, the sea of Jules, his monstrous, writhing corpses playing in the sand of her shore to creep higher once again. Caressing with their death-like stillness as if to offer her a place to frolic, to hide, to accept he was the one she needed. “Let him watch and whine while you ignore his tantrums and feel me move inside you. Show him what you’re made of, what you’ll tolerate. And let him feel just how horrible it is to be forced to experience pleasure you didn’t ask for and never wanted. Teach him a lesson, now while he’s unguarded, upset, and unprepared. Make him regret, Brenya Havel. Teach the Alpha there are consequences.”
As he spoke vindictive temptation at her ear, it was like cool water on a burning building. Temptation poured through their bond, not enough to fully quell what writhed in her belly, but enough to show her those feelings were not her own.
All as Jules worked his fingers deeper inside her with a wriggling, new, sensual motion. “You want more, don’t you? My cock, Brenya. My hands. My mouth. All night.” His arm came around her, a predator toying with its meal, showing her how easily he could snatch her from the floor and take her where she needed to be. “Invite me into your nest, and I will do things to you even your brilliant mind could never imagine.” He pressed a series of kisses to her jaw before licking at her ear, his threat sealed with a sharp bite to her soft flesh. “End this battle, and I promise to destroy you piece by piece. Over and over again, until you know how safe you are in my care.”
Going strangely liquid at his threats, on a moan, she pressed closer, intoxicated, horribly spun up by the way his knuckles caught at something new inside her. “I’ll try.”
That was all she could offer.
And all Jules needed.
Already moving them toward a place where he could lay her down in softness. Meticulous in keeping her focus on his hungry lips and not his doings.
The mattress hit the back of her legs, Brenya unsure how they had crossed the rooms so quickly. Parts of her nest were pulled apart, manipulated by the very man laying her back on a pile of cushions that raised her pelvis and had her hair pouring back like a river.
And then it went so fast there was no time to second-guess.
Jules crushed on her fears, manipulated her senses, buoyed her up, and made her feel and watch it all as a hurricane broke loose.
Her naked body, angled oddly, was pressed down into the nest by a lean, strong male. Setting his teeth to the scar on her throat, he savaged his claiming mark, knowing full well what it would do to her.
Groaning like a dying woman, she drank him down like the finest poison. Dared touch his sweat-slicked skin, to feel the sin of him, keening when the tip of his cock caught on her hungry opening. Forgetting to think, forgetting her name, starved for more, and panting like a dog in heat.
Snarls came from the Beta she had never heard, growls, rattling vibrations that shot right between her slick-drenched thighs. Nothing like the overbearing, bullying barks Jacques might have made to hurry things along.
Pure male appreciation. Jules’s velvet to Jacques’s coarse weave.
Circling her hips to catch his cock again, needing to sink down onto something, the ferocious snarl in her throat when he pulled his hips back died the instant he reached between them and shoved his fingers straight into her aching core.
There was no thrusting but deliberate pressure on the roof of her cunt, those digits within her pressing at the walls of her sheath, seeking the swollen, tender flesh he could pluck like a harp.
The dark magic of his thick, nudging digits rubbing at her insides never stopped, but the feel of something more finally followed. A breach that began with a prod at the fingered mouth of her cunt. A slow, antagonizing pressure that moved through the slippery flow of slick.
Stuffed three fingers full, the bulbous head of Beta cock bore against her opening.
Pain would come from such a stretch; it always had. Knowledge of this went to war with her pleasure-drunk psyche. She began to tense, to mew. To move her hips as if they might wriggle that fullness away. “I can’t!”