Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
I advance toward her, all the fury of almost losing her rushing to the fore. She must see it in my face because she takes a step back. She still wants it, though. Her nipples are hard enough to cut glass and her arousal’s been leaking since the moment we got in the cabin and she saw my extremely painful interest.
“Stop. Almost. Dying,” I growl, crowding her until the bed hits her knees and she falls back. “I don’t want to pull your ass from blizzards, or rivers, or blazing fires or car wrecks, or any other life-threatening situation. Understand?”
Her hands flatten on my chest, lips stretch into a smile.
“You shouldn’t be smiling.” I glare down at her lovely face, covering her body with my own. My towel loosens around my waist, falling away. I rip the fabric out from between us and drop my manhood into the cradle of her legs.
“What’s going to happen?” She sounds breathless. Her pupils are dilated large.
“I’m gonna fuck you senseless.” I wrap my hand around her throat. It’s threatening, but I don’t tighten my fingers. She bucks her hips, rocking her sopping slit over my dick.
I release her throat and slap one of her large breasts, making it bounce to the middle and rebound.
Her eyes widen in shock, berry lips part.
“You’re going to be punished.”
She lets out a low moan, rocking up again. I slap the same breast.
“First I’m going to spank your breasts. Then I’m going to spank your ass. Then I’m going to fuck you until tomorrow. Got it?”
“Okay,” she says softly.
“Yeah?” My expression is still stern, but I fight a smile at her complete surrender. I know it’s not from fear. The scent of her arousal permeates the room.
I slap her other breast. “Yeah. Roll over.” I lean to the right so she can roll over without tangling her legs in mine. When she’s on her belly, I pull her hips into the air until she’s on her knees, then cup her nape and push her torso down.
The sound of the first slap and her sharp gasp echoes through the room. I smack her again in the same spot, then deliver two more pops to the other cheek. The pink of my handprints bloom on her pale skin.
Desire rockets through me, nearly bringing my teeth down for a mating bite. Instead, I grip her hips and shove in deep without preamble.
Miranda yelps. Moans. Purrs. I glide in and out slowly a few times to make sure she’s lubed up, then go for broke. I need to fuck her hard and fast. I need to release this aggression in me, work my fears for her out of my system. My fingers dig into her hips, and I completely forget how to be a good lover. There’s nothing giving or gentle about this. It’s pure, raw, animal fucking. I pummel into her, smacking her ass hard with my loins, balling her clit with every thrust.
The little grunts and whimpers she makes only turn me rougher, wilder. I fuck and I fuck until she’s a sopping mess, until she’s crying my name out with dire necessity.
“No. More. Almost. Dying,” I growl, then pound in so hard, her knees slide out and we both topple forward. Her pussy clamps down on my dick as I seat deep in her and I come, my eyes rolling back in my head, teeth sharpening.
I rear back to keep from sinking my teeth into her nape for a mating bite and spear her instead with another hard thrust.
She comes, squeezing and releasing my cock in short little sexy bursts that go on and on and on.
When my vision finally clears and my teeth retract, I drop down on top of her, my dick still buried deep, and nuzzle her neck.
“Oh my God, Caleb.”
I shove my hand under her hips and rub her clit, and she comes again, choking on a sob.
* * *
Miranda
Caleb’s come twice and his cock is still hard. He rolls me to my side and palms my breast, his manhood still filling me. Our panting breaths sync as he toys with my nipple, squeezing and tugging it as he rocks slowly in and out of me.
I let out a contented sigh.
Wow.
Now that was good sex.
I can’t pretend knowing Caleb was worried about me didn’t heighten the intensity. Make his roughness some form of purification. His aggression a blessing.
We lie in silence for a long time. After a while, my brain comes back online with a million questions.
“Your wife and child? Were they—”
“Shifters, yes.”
“So the bear that killed them?”
“I don’t know. The scent didn’t match a bear shifter, but the claw marks looked like a bear’s. No simple bear could’ve taken down my mate, though. Shifters are bigger and stronger than our simple animal counterparts. We’re like super-animals.”