Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Madisyn rubbed at her clit, moaning. The friction was building low in her stomach, winding her tighter and tighter, making her pussy quake and spasm. She was totally lost in the feel of his cock thrusting deep, his harsh grip on her hair, and the slap of his balls on—
Her eyes snapped open as a wet finger probed the bud of her ass. “Bracken.” But his finger was already inside, and it felt . . . good. He smoothly drove his finger deeper, and her claws sliced out. Then he was pumping that finger—oh God, that felt even better.
Swept up in the double assault and the complete overload to her senses, every thought in her head scattered, her surroundings fell away. There was only Bracken, the delicious sensations firing through her, and . . . and something else. A strange, unnerving, familiar pull on her psyche that threatened to wrench her brain right out of her head.
The mating bond, she knew.
Curling over her, Bracken put his mouth to her ear. “Don’t fight it.”
She didn’t. She reached for it. Hips bucking, Madisyn sucked in a huge gasp of air as the need already flooding her body intensified until it became so primitive and crushing it was almost unbearable—the mating urge. “Bracken.”
Bracken pulled out, flipped her over, and brutally shoved his cock back into her pussy, his control shattered by an overwhelming animalistic need that swept over him. With her legs hooked over his shoulders, he mercilessly pounded into her, his pace frantic with the desperation to claim her as his. Her pussy tightened and superheated around his cock. “That’s it, baby, come for me.” He slapped her ass hard.
Madisyn’s back bowed as sheer bliss blew through her body, wrenching a hoarse scream out of her throat. Her pussy clamped down on Bracken’s thrusting cock just as his teeth sank into the brand on her neck. He licked and sucked, making it a definitive claiming mark, and Madisyn retained just enough clarity of mind to rear up and bite the crook of his neck, staking her own permanent, irrevocable claim.
Bracken swore against her throat, slamming harder and deeper into her pussy, owning what was his and his alone. As sheer pleasure whipped through him and sizzled down his spine, he stiffened above her and jammed his cock deep. Exploding into his mate with a snarl of her name, he flexed his hips, wanting every bit of his come to be as deep in her body as it could go.
They both collapsed, panting and shaking. Barely able to move, Bracken kissed her throat and—
Pain sliced through his head and chest, the edges of his vision blurred, and a shaky breath stuttered out of him. But the pain quickly faded, making way for the mating bond—strong and vibrant—that now connected them, pulsing with awe, satisfaction, and the pure wonder they were both feeling.
Among all those emotions was something else, something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Peace. His wolf basked in the feeling as he curled up in a ball, utterly content.
As she regained her mental balance, Madisyn studied the bond. She’d never thought of herself as having something missing. Never thought of herself as being incomplete. But now that her soul was bound to his, she realized she’d truly never been whole. Not even close. And now she couldn’t understand how she’d ever functioned properly without him there—it was incredibly weird. Weird but good.
Bracken rolled them onto their sides, keeping her flush against him. “All mine.”
She snickered. “Typical dominant male.” Her cat did a languid stretch, calm and content.
“How are you feeling?”
Balanced. Anchored. Peaceful. Whole. “Well, my ass is stinging a little after the zealousness of your finger.”
He laughed. “You can’t play this down, I can feel how happy and centered you are.”
“Then why ask?” Snuggling into him, she kissed his throat. “The bond hasn’t fully snapped into place yet, but strangely enough, that doesn’t make me uneasy.”
“You’re a girl who likes things to move at a steady pace,” he pointed out.
She frowned. “Maybe Kathy was right; maybe I should have just reached for this in the beginning instead of making you work for it.” Now that they were connected, it didn’t seem so scary.
His brows lifted. “She said that? No, baby, that’s bullshit. You still had doubts. We were doing the right thing by waiting.” He lapped at the mark on her neck. It was no longer just a bite—it was a brand that declared to the world that she was taken, that there was someone who would rain fresh hell on anyone who dared to harm her.
“I didn’t cling to my independence because I’m stubborn. Well, not just because I’m stubborn.”
“I know that. For a long time, you only really had you. You were your own rock. Made your own choices. Made your own mistakes. Never depended on anyone. I shook all that up, made myself a place in your life, asked you to rely on me in ways that made you feel off-balance. It would have been strange if you hadn’t tried to cling to what you knew and what felt safest to you—which was being alone.” He sifted his fingers through her hair. “But you’re not alone anymore. Never will be again.”