Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Truth is, she deserves a hell of a lot more than I am giving her, than I ever will. Fuck, I’m about to claim my mate against a brick wall of a bar. But I can’t control myself, and the scent of her need and arousal spurs me on and tells me she’s right here with me.
“Wyatt?”
“You wanted this, Kendi, now you’ll take it,” I growl, my wolf bleeding over into my words. “Turn around,” I order.
Her gaze moves over me, and she swallows nervously. I zero in on the movement of her tender throat, the beast in me howling, finding the delicate features irresistible, demanding I conquer her. Kendra nods once and then turns around, giving me her back.
“Now what?” she asks, her voice surprisingly strong.
“Lose the skirt,” I growl, already undoing my jeans. “You want to be fucked by the animal who will own you, that’s what you’re going to get.”
I’m being an asshole, giving her time to back out. I don’t know why I feel this need to try and protect her from me, but I do. Kendra surprises me, though. She doesn’t call a halt to any of this. I can’t even sense fear in her.
She pushes her skirt down and everything in me rises violently, my need like a living entity.
“Then give it to me, Wyatt. Give me you,” she orders, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that she is demanding it. My wolf growls in victory, and my eyes shift to animal as my wolf rises up. Suddenly she becomes crystal clear in the pale moonlight.
Hell, even my nails have elongated to the point that they could claw her tender skin.
How in the fuck am I going to claim her and not hurt her?
I pray that fate hasn’t damned the both of us. Still, the wolf is too close to claiming what he wants and without thought I rip the shirt and bra from her body.
“Don’t want anything in my way.”
My words are raw, barely human, and I can’t be sure they even make sense. All I know is that when I claim her, I’m going to bite into her neck as I unload my cum deep inside of her. She’ll have my scent inside of her and my mark outside of her.
Fuck, eventually I’m going to come all over her body, rubbing it into her skin so she smells of me—so everyone will know she belongs to me.
Kendra shivers, but still I don’t sense fear. All I can smell is her desire.
“Do it, Wyatt. That’s what I want too. I want everyone to know I belong to you. I want everyone to know … that you belong to me, too.”
She read my thoughts. Not that I care. I couldn’t try to block them from her right now, even if I wanted to.
Finally, after all this time, Kendra is going to be mine.
I drag my hand along her back, following the delicate outline of her spine, then slowly slide my hand over the tempting flesh of her ass.
She’s perfect.
I lean in to kiss the trembling pulse on her neck. There’s so much I want to say, but I can’t form the words. The only word I can manage is, “Mine,” and it comes out deep and guttural.
“Yes,” she responds, her ass pushing back against me.
I unzip my jeans, pull my dick out through the fly, and take the length in my hand, stroking it once, cum already coating the head.
I slide it between her legs, letting it push against the lips of her pussy. They give way, opening for me, and I groan at the wetness I find.
“You’re soaking wet for me, Kendra,” I growl. “My little mate needs me to fuck her,” I say gruffly into her ear.
“Yes. God, Wyatt, fuck me now,” she demands.
Her order shreds what is left of my self-control. I can’t hold back any longer. I hope she’s ready for what comes next.
I hope we both are.
7
KENDRA
I can’t breathe knowing what I’m about to do with Wyatt, that he’s finally going to claim me. To be honest, I find it hot that he has me pressed against the side of the bar, the brick scraping my tender, sensitive flesh.
I feel something move inside of me, this dark desire that can’t be ignored, but is too far away that I can’t quite reach it.
Wyatt grabs me behind the head, tangling his big hand in my hair and turning my head to the side. His mouth is on mine in a second, his tongue probing the seam of my lips.
I gasp, opening for him, taking his tongue in my mouth and sucking on it.
For long moments we kiss, our moans matching in intensity, the music from the bar seeming to dim compared to us. He finally pulls away, and I suck in a lungful of air.