Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71148 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 356(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Lycan’s fingers tighten in my hair as I swallow around the tip of him, breathing through my nose as I fight my gag reflex, and that’s when I feel him throb. I reach for his balls. The heaviness in my hand feels good, and I slowly massage them, which only seems to turn him into the hungry wolf I know him to be.
Lycan fucks my mouth with abandon, and roars his release, loud and feral, and I swallow every drop of his seed. The jets of warmth coating my tongue before I hum my approval as I clean him, ignoring my own desire that’s now at breaking point.
He helps me to my feet and cups my face in his hands. Lycan brings me close, our lips touching, before he whispers, “Such a dirty girl, now it’s my turn.” His smirk is pure sin when he spins me around and bends me over until I’m in the same position I was in earlier—feet spread, hands on the tiles.
My husband drops to his knees behind me and spreads me open to his heated stare before his mouth lands on my pussy from behind, sending shock waves of bliss through my veins. I cry out this time, and it is his name I call.
Lycan licks at me, tasting every inch from my clit all the way to my ass, and I can’t stop the heat of embarrassment that warms my cheeks when he does that. Nobody has ever done something like this to me before.
He continues his ministrations with his mouth, before his tongue dips into my pussy, and he fucks me with it, over and over again, until my body is shaking my knees are about to give out. I’m so close, and I pray with all my might that he doesn’t stop this time.
His big hands release me, only to spank my ass once, twice, before he dips three fingers inside me, as he sucks on my pussy. Wet noises from between my legs have my face burning once more, but the more he fucks me, the more my nervous energy abates, and I’m lost to the pleasure.
More spanks.
More licks.
Another finger.
And then everything goes black.
15
Lycan
The clock ticks by, the red letters on the nightstand glare at me. Today is going to be a long one, but I can’t sleep. I’m tense. With my wounds still healing, I should be resting, but lying around in bed isn’t going to get shit done. Even when Kahn told me I should allow him to take over, I couldn’t bring myself to agree.
Usually, he’s the one I call when I need help. But this time, it’s personal. More so than ever before. Knowing we’re about to take down Lorenzo makes me anxious. I’m not sure what we’ll find in that convent, and to be honest, I’m not sure I want to know. But we have to save those girls, which means doing the dirty work.
Most times, my men head out on a job and I stay at the office, but this time, I can’t hide from it. I want to be there. I glance at my wife, the ring on her finger shimmers in the low light of the moon that’s streaming through the cracked curtains. She looks like an angel lying in my arms, and I can’t help but be proud of what I’ve achieved.
She’s by far my most prized possession.
And as much as she wants to refuse the fact that she’s a possession, I’ll always think of our beginning that way. I did buy her, in a way, but nothing could prepare me for the months that came after. And nothing could ever prepare me for what our future will hold.
I doubt any day with this girl will be normal. And that’s okay with me. Some might call me weak for falling in love, but I haven’t been stronger. I would lay down my life for her time and again. And I would kill anyone who tried to take her from me, even my own brother.
Asshole.
I should’ve hit him twice yesterday, but when I saw blood trickle from the cut on his lip, the beast inside me eased up, put away his fangs, until I walked into the bedroom and found Scarlett in bed. I needed to feel her, taste her, and I also needed to shower off the day, so I killed two birds with one stone, so to speak.
And fuck, she tasted like heaven and hell, all wrapped up in a pretty, tanned package. Her arousal coated my tongue, and even now, the taste of her lingers. It’s a flavor I doubt I’ll ever get rid of, not that I would want to, anyway.
Her long, crimson hair fans over the white pillow, and her dark lashes flutter against her smooth cheeks. Her breathing is even, but I have a feeling my little red is awake.