Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Even more frightening–there’s an aggressive, frantic edge to him. His hair is tousled, and his eyes are brighter than I’ve ever seen, filling the room with an amber light.
“Madi.” He walks straight toward me. His expression is dark and determined.
“Brick! What happened?”
Before I know it’s coming, he snatches me up against him and presses his face to my neck. One deep inhale, and his body relaxes by a few degrees. “That’s better.” Another inhale. A few more degrees. “Thank you,” he murmurs against my skin.
“For what?” I try to push away, so I can figure out how he is injured, but he holds me tight.
“For you. For being here, safe.”
Some of my anger falls away.
I don’t know why I’m suddenly trembling all over, my knees weak, my heart pounding.
“I need you, Madi.”
His mouth opens, and he’s suddenly kissing along my neck, licking the place where he marked me to speed the healing.
I don’t mean to respond. I want to hold out. To have a long conversation. To work things out with him.
But instead, I find myself with my legs wrapped around his waist, being carried into the bathroom. My body responds to this man without my brain even participating.
I’m already halfway to an orgasm from just our contact. From his dominating touch. His tongue in my ear. From the desperation with which he seems to need me.
Just like when he would come into the office seemingly desperate to get inside me, the few hours apart have made him even more hungry for me. He shifts me to one arm to turn on the shower, and then we’re both in the giant walk-in shower, tearing each other’s clothes off, desperate to get skin-to-skin.
Brick’s blood makes the water at our feet run red. I rip open his button-down and peel back his soaked undershirt. Beneath it is a long gash in his side. It’s horrifying in size and shape, like a chunk was ripped out. But it also seems to be well on its way to healing. Like it’s several weeks old, rather than a few hours.
“Brick…tell me what happened.”
“Someone challenged me for Alpha.” He pins my body up against the tile wall with a soft thud.
I gasp.
“They lost.” He cups one breast as he sucks the nipple of the other. I feel the answering tug between my legs, a needy clenching on air.
“They challenged you because of me?” I croak, my fingers threading through his wet hair.
I am so far out of my depth. Brick was right. I’m not part of his world. I don’t understand it.
–Yet.
But I will. I will learn everything I can about this wolf world, so I can find my way out of this.
“No. Aiden leaked a video of me shifting in the boardroom. Rumors were out that I went moon mad.” Brick lifts me higher on the wall until I’m dangling four feet above the ground, my pussy eye-level with his mouth. And then he eats me like a starving man. Parting my lips with his nose, he delves his tongue deep into my channel. Sucks and licks every centimeter until he lands on my clit. There, he takes his time with a slow roll of his tongue.
I try to concentrate on what he told me, but it’s a losing battle. Brick has me mindless with need. I cry out, my pelvis jerking against his face. I loop my legs over his shoulders.
Another beautiful circle around my clit.
I would forgive this man anything right now.
Noises come from my throat and bounce off the tile walls. Guttural sounds. Needy sounds. Brick gets my clit between his lips and sucks. My legs kick out in desperation, but he edges me, slowing down, easing away, lifting me off his shoulders.
“I need to be inside you, Madi.” His hands stroke all over my wet skin, like he’s worshiping my form. My every curve.
“I need…”
“What do you need, Madison?” He turns me to face the shower wall and guides my hands to flatten against the tile. “Do you need this?” He nudges my feet apart. His hands stroke up and down my sides, fingertips lingering over my nipples, pinching lightly. He slides his fingers between my legs from the front as he kneads one ass-cheek from behind.
“Y-yes,” I breathe.
“You need my cock inside you?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Because that’s where I need to be.” He slides the head of his cock between my legs then nudges inside. After making love for two days straight, my body is primed for him. Sore, but ready for more. Very quickly getting used to his size and the frequency of sex.
I push my hips back to take him deeper.
He grips my waist, holding me still as he slowly pumps in and out. The angle isn’t satisfying enough for me. I want more. I reach between my legs to touch his dick where it slides in and out of me.