Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 109329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 547(@200wpm)___ 437(@250wpm)___ 364(@300wpm)
Her hot lips trailed along his jaw. He held her tighter, his body pounding.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
A thrill raced through his blood.
He walked around the corner of the building into the secluded darkness.
“I have to set you down to shift.” He did so, but she didn’t step away.
Breathing heavily, she yanked his neck down so she could claim his lips again. That done, she reached down between them for his belt. This was going to happen right here.
So be it.
He palmed her breast with one hand and reached under the hem of her skirt with the other. He traced along the edge of her panty line before dipping his fingers in.
“Mmm, angel, you’re soaked,” he murmured against her lips.
She freed his erection before dropping to her knees. She took him into her mouth with greedy suction. He braced a hand against the wall, his eyes rolling into the back of his head.
“I need you, Tristan,” she said, standing again, pulling him toward her.
Her back bumped the wall. He hoisted her up, leaning into her. Her legs wrapped around his hips. He moved her panties out of the way and rubbed his tip against her heat. He thrust, filling her in one smooth movement.
“Yes,” she groaned against his lips. Her hands fisted in his hair.
Her hips jerked, creating friction. He fell into her movements, an erotic dance with his perfect partner. They’d proven their physical compatibility their one night together, and it was no different now.
Her kisses turned desperate.
“Harder,” she breathed.
He complied, pounding into her depths. It had been torture these last few nights after he’d moved into Ivy House. He’d been aware of her flitting through the house, avoiding him. He’d stopped himself from finding which sitting room she was hiding in and taking a seat beside her. Stopped from walking down the hall to her, seeking her touch. Her presence. He kept hearing small sounds, wondering if she was sneaking closer to him. If she was finally ready to give in to her desires. To take his hand and fall headfirst into this feeling.
But no, she was as stubborn as a gargoyle. It was only now, within his proximity, that she gave in to what she truly craved.
He strove harder, gripping her butt with both hands. Their frantic breathing overrode the murmuring from the party. Her moans grew louder. She tugged on his hair, consumed him with her kiss, intoxicated him with her body. He wound tighter, matching her fervency, her pace.
“Now, Tristan,” she said, her legs constricting. “Come with me.”
The climax crashed over him. He shuddered against her as she cried out her release.
He breathed heavily with weak knees, leaning harder against her. Her kisses turned languid now; her hands slipped from his hair to around his shoulders.
He didn’t rush her, worried that he’d break the spell. Reveling in the feeling of her.
“Thank you,” she finally said. She draped herself around him. “For coming to get me. I’m exhausted. Sebastian told me to be careful, but I didn’t realize there’s this…like…tipping point. I was getting a little tired, but then all of a sudden I was dragging. I didn’t know how to get out of there.”
“Did you do what you set out to do?”
She kissed his neck softly, then licked up to his ear before taking in his earlobe. He shivered, closing his eyes.
“Yes,” she said. “I planted the suggestion that Armendale might not be the most influential alpha out there. That’s why a lot of them seem to be orbiting him. They want to be in the circle of influence. Aljoe helped a ton. He’s a known quantity, and he spoke really well of Austin. But there’s still work to do. Austin has to keep this territory in line, and he has to prove he’s better than Armendale.”
“He will. He knows what’s at stake.”
She nodded and snuggled a little closer.
“Let’s get you home.”
He put her down, hating the absence of her heat. He stripped off his shirt and then paused when she ran her hand down his chest. Her gaze took in his body.
“You really are so incredibly handsome,” she murmured. “The ego is justified.”
He handed his clothing to her to hold.
“And you are so incredibly beautiful,” he told her before stepping forward and kissing her.
He shifted and gently pulled her into his arms. He walked away from the building’s overhang until there was a clear view of the sky. He pushed off and soared into the air, holding her tightly.
She curled into him, holding his clothes, trusting him not to let her fall. He flew fast, feeling her shiver with the colder atmospheric air. At Ivy House, he landed on one of the third-story balconies before putting her down and shifting again. Once dressed, he took her hand and tugged her into the house through the hatch. Her steps were clumsy, relaying her fatigue. Almost no energy curled around her, only the barest tendrils reaching for him, sliding against his skin.