Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby, you feel so fucking good,” he groaned. “Work that little pussy around my cock.”
I tried a little move of my own, his knot tugging on me, a splice of pain through the pleasure that made him moan deep and low.
“That’s right,” he said before sucking in my bottom lip. “Use me. Fuck this big dick deep into that little pussy. You are pure ecstasy.”
I moved a little more until the pain eased again, my body winding tighter until I was rocking into him, him twisting and turning in a way not usual for sex but that lit me on fire all the same.
“Fucking . . . hell,” I said against his shoulder, squeezing him tighter with my legs. “Holy . . . fucking . . . he—”
My climax exploded, making me shake and quiver against him. He continued to move, rolling his body within mine, hitting places I didn’t realize could feel that way, could consume my focus so totally.
He reached down and yanked my hand away. “You won’t need that anymore. My knot is going to make you come all over your alpha’s thick cock.”
A sunburst exploded behind my eyes, another wave of pleasure slamming me home. Still it built more, his movements getting more erratic. His breathing became heavier until he held me hard again, pumping deeper into me, never pulling back enough to cause me pain. His cock rubbed just right, like it was meant to fit there. His teeth took little bites at my neck before he sucked in my fevered skin.
His hips jerked harder. I groaned within the sensation. He fisted my hair, grinding deep.
“Fuck yes,” he swore with his release, filling me with a heat that made my eyes flutter. Another climax tore through me, this one the biggest yet, making me shudder against him and rake my nails down his back.
“Oh fu—” I said as I rode it, wrapping around him as much as I could.
He shook again, utter bliss, before his kiss turned languid.
“Hold on, baby. We’ve got a while before this will subside, I think.” His upper body peeled back. He grabbed my hands and pulled me with him, wrapping one around my back to steady me and turning us over. He lay back down, me on top of him, before putting his hands behind his head.
I looked down on his beautiful, beguiling face, his smug smile one I didn’t much care for. His cock was still a huge swell inside of me, not yet diminished in the slightest. I’d heard some wolves took a few moments to go down, but it was almost always soon after their climax.
A throb of pleasure stole my breath. It was not a climax but kick-started me into building toward one again as though I was actively working for it and not merely sitting atop him. I knew my confusion showed clearly on my face.
“You’re with an alpha now.” His smug smile grew. “I derive pleasure from locking my release deep inside you. It creates a constant sort of hum until the knot fades. You’ll derive pleasure from the same thing, except you also have bodily stimulation. I’ll climax each time you do, and I get to sit here and watch you writhe, desperate to be away from me but equally desperate for more. Isn’t that right, Little Wolf? Hatefully trapped in pleasure as your tormenter watches you struggle? As I said, there is more than one way to fight dirty.”
I stared down at him, my stomach tightening.
He was right, of course. The passion that led me to make this terrible decision was receding, and with its departure came cool logic. The last thing I wanted was to sit here impaled on the cock of a man that intended to unlawfully rip me from my home and take me to the dragons to have me killed. A man who had destroyed my life anew and killed the last person I thought of as family. I’d rather cut his dick off than get pleasure from it—something I should’ve remembered before I grabbed his cock or accepted his knot.
However, logic wasn’t without its rewards.
He thought I was scum. A killer of innocents. He hated me as much as I did him. Whatever feeling was altering my mind was working on him, too, making him lose control. An alpha like this, a leader who had his camp in perfect order with all the tents in a crisp line, and his people following his direction to the letter—he’d hate that slip. He’d hate that I’d gotten to him. He was probably kicking himself that he’d locked me like this, realizing his desperation at the time, complete with flimsy reasoning, was now a punishment for him.
Instead of admitting fault for this fucked up situation or allowing himself to feel the guilt and degradation of the moment, he was shoving it back on me.