Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
“I understand that shifters are more animal than human, and that you want to protect me. I’ve never had anyone, besides my father, want to make sure I’m safe like you do—”
“I don’t think you truly understand how much I am more animal than human, Danika.” He moved around the counter and walked up to her. She had to crane her neck back slightly just to see into his face. He was upset, but she could tell, could feel, that it wasn’t directed at her. “I know you’re angry with me for being physical and hurting that asshole, but he put his hands on you, and thought he could take something from you that wasn’t offered.” That last part came out of him on a growl.
“I don’t want anyone getting hurt because you want to exact vengeance for me, Damien.” She lifted her hand and placed it on his chest. The steady beat of his heart was right below her palm. “I don’t want violence because of violence, Damien, and I’m sure you have seen enough of that in your life.” She spoke softer this time. “I want to be here with you, to work this relationship out and experience it all with you.”
He stared in her eyes, lifted his hand and cupped her cheek, and she felt this zing go through her entire body. “I don’t want you upset with me, Danika, and I understand what you’re saying. I want
you to be happy.”
Rising on her toes she pressed her lips to his, knowing that
although he said he understood, that his animal genetics might make it very difficult for him to refrain from using his strength. He lifted his other arm and wrapped it around her waist, pulling her close to him.
The feel of his erection prodding her belly had a flash of wetness leaving her pussy. God, even when she meant to come over here just to talk this out with him all she could think about right now was taking their clothes off and letting him control her body.
“I’d do anything for you, Danika,” he said against her lips. “I’d do anything for you, and if you want me to try and refrain from going after someone that hurt you,” he pulled back slightly and stared into her eyes for several seconds. “I’ll try, baby, but you have to know that you’re my mate, and when it concerns your safety my animal is the one that is taking control.”
He went back to kissing her, harder this time, and slid his hand that cupped her cheek to the back of her head. He held her face close to his as he fucked her with his lips and tongue.
“Damien?” Her eyes fluttered closed when he moved his mouth to her neck, and his warm breath teased the skin right below her ear.
“Yeah, baby?” His voice was low, husky, and she swore she smelled his lion pheromones.
“I...” She breathed out on a moan when he ran his slightly elongated canines on her throat.
“You’re mine,” he growled, and she heard the lion in his voice right then. The feel of his tongue on her throat had a small mewl leaving her. “I won’t ever take anything you’re not willing to give.”
Her head was suddenly too heavy for her to hold up, and so she let it fall back, baring her throat for her mate even more.
“That’s it, surrender to me willingly, and I swear to fucking God, baby, I’ll make you never regret it.”
She didn’t regret it, would never think twice about giving herself to Damien. Danika wanted to let go, so she brought her hands up, gripped his massive biceps and nodded her desire for him to continue. “I want you, want this, but...” He lifted his head and looked down at her.
“Tell me what you want, and it’s yours.”
She licked her lips, knowing that she really did want this, but
for this first time it had to be her way.
“Will you let me lead?” She didn’t need to elaborate, because
by the sound he let out she knew he understood.
“Anything, baby. Anything and everything I have is yours.”
He brushed his lips against hers, like he was ready to let her take the reins. She knew it was probably for this one time, because Damien was a very dominating man, and she liked that he took control.
It made her feel like a woman, and that he knew how to make her feel good because he knew her so well. He took a step back, and for a moment all they did was stare at each other.
The shirt he wore was a button-down, and so she lifted her hands to his chest, and rested her open palm right over his pectoral muscles. Her hands shook slightly, but it wasn’t from apprehension, but liquid arousal.
Danika slipped the buttons out one at a time, and when the material was hanging open she smoothed her hands along the hard, smooth ridges that were clear through his white undershirt. His chest rose and fell, his breathing increasing with each passing moment.