Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
He stops before I reach the apex. I growl at him, but he rises up, stripping off his shirt, and the sight of his muscles flexing distracts me. His tattoos are dark swirling chaos, snakes and oceans, a shipwreck, a white-eyed god. A prowling wolf beside a blooming lotus flower. A blindfolded goddess. The total effect is stunning. He’s a living, breathing work of art.
He pushes down his jeans just enough to free his hard, dripping cock. I lick my lips, my breath coming faster.
“You ready for me, bunny?” He jerks himself, his eyes on my weeping slit.
I slide down and spread my legs. He makes me weak. I need him to fill me and pound me into the couch until I’m mindless and all my worries are far away.
He sheathes himself inside me, and we both sigh. I wrap my left leg around his back, urging him to rest his weight on me. He’s taller than me, so I end up tucked into his chest. Completely covered by him. Warm and safe.
When he’s inside me, as close to me as a person can get, everything makes sense.
And when he moves, he drives every thought out of my noisy head. I brace myself against him. The ocean swirls before my eyes. The lotus flower wilts and blooms.
He slides a hand along my raised leg, hitching it higher. The angle catches my clit, and I go over, biting his nipple as I do. His pecs stiffen under my lips. With a roar, he finishes inside me.
But he’s not fully finished.
He wraps his hand around my neck, drawing my head up. His back bows so he can kiss me, his lips dominating mine hard enough to bruise.
In no time, he’s hard inside me.
“Again?”
“Again.”
By the time he’s done, the sun has set. The penthouse is dark but for some flickering cider-scented candles. We lie together, tangled on the couch. I’m on my side, surrounded by him. Somehow, he’s made sure my hurt ankle is propped on a pillow.
My thoughts drift back to me, one by one. I watch them float by and fade, the panic drained out of them.
You’re my woman. When did he decide this? Was it the night he chased me? The morning after?
“You okay?” Jaeger sifts his fingers through my hair. I realize I’ve been staring at him with a frown on my face.
“I’m trying to understand you.”
He grins. “I’m a simple man. I’m loyal to my brothers and protect my woman. What else is there to understand?”
“When did you know? That you wanted me. For, you know, this.” He gazes at me, and I fight the urge to squirm. His cum is leaking out of me, but I’m avoiding direct reference to the “my woman” comment. “When did you decide you wanted me longer than a night?”
“When did I decide you were my woman?”
“Um.” I do squirm a little. “Yes.”
Satisfied, he leans back. “You were running from me. I could taste your fear, and I was hungry for it. But then, you got angry. You stopped and faced me.”
I remember that moment. I’d thought it was all over. Come get me, I challenged him.
“I used to fight in the underground rings. I’ve faced many men. They all started out confident, but after a few blows, the pain would bleed their courage away until they were begging for the end.”
I’ve heard rumors about the Fraternitas fight club, that some fights are to the death. I don’t know if Jaeger participated in those fights, but right now, he’s far away.
I palm his cheek to bring him back.
“You were different,” he says. “You had no chance. But when your fear bled away, only you remained.”
“So you wanted me… because I yelled at you?”
“Yes,” he states. Like it’s a simple equation that makes perfect sense.
“You don’t even know me,” I murmur, mostly to myself.
But Jaeger hears. He has the sharpened senses of a predator. “I want to know you.”
I sigh.
“Let me know you,” he whispers, taking my chin between two fingers so I can’t escape his gaze.
Who is this man? He’s covered in tattoos and has a skull branded into his back. He kills without remorse. Yet he watches rom-coms and loves to cuddle, and he wants to know me.
“All right,” I say. I’ve decided on a test. “Take me somewhere tonight.”
He rolls to a sitting position, carrying me with him. “Anywhere.”
He says that now, but we’ll see how long it lasts.
A half-hour later, he pulls up to the location. I gave him the address with no explanation so he wouldn’t know where we were going until his Lykan purred up to the curb.
“A church?” he says, looking up at the cross affixed to the front of the modest brick building.
“What?” I taunt. “Are you worried you’re going to catch fire if you enter?”