Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71774 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Chapter 7
Ronan
I’ve never had such a raw and primal drive to fuck, to claim a female as I have for Bree. It’s so strong I can barely think correctly. I went outside to check things out, but also to try and get control of these urges burning through my body. I want her. I want to claim her, but I don’t want to scare her.
I shake my head, remembering the question she asked me. “Lola is not my ol’ lady. She’s just a club slut.”
She puts her hand up on mine as I begin to unbutton my pants. “Will I just be another club slut too?”
The thought of the guys passing Bree around makes me feel like I could tear them apart limb from limb. They’re my brothers, but no one gets to touch Bree but me.
“No. Did you hear what I said in church?” I ask her.
She tilts her head to the side, exposing her sweet neck to me. “Yeah, I heard you, but I don’t know what it all means.”
I ignore her hand and continue unbuttoning my pants before pulling them down my legs and tossing them across the room. “It means you’re mine. I claimed you before God, my dad, my club, and everybody.”
She looks down at my hard cock between us. It’s big, engorged with the blood flowing through it. I want to fist it, stroke it once or twice, just to get some kind of relief, but her next words stop me.
She licks her lips before bringing her gaze back to mine. “What if I don’t want to be claimed?”
A growl escapes me and it’s feral, loud, and piercing, bouncing off the empty walls of the room. The need to pick her up and set her down on my hard cock is hard to resist. I want her, but she has to want me too.
I look at her then. Really look at her. Her breaths are tiny and rapid. I reach my hand out for hers, grabbing on to it. I bring it up between us and run my thumb along her pulse. It’s fast, quick, and I know her body is telling me everything she doesn’t want me to know. She wants me. She wants to be claimed.
I walk toward her and with every step I take, she takes a step backward. When I’m tired of playing this game, I reach for her, stopping her.
With my hand around her neck, I pull her to me, wanting her to feel my warm breath on the shell of her ear. “Do you not want me?”
She whimpers and it’s then I know I’ve won.
I turn her around and lead her, my hands still gripping her neck, toward her bedroom.
She doesn’t resist me. I stop when we’re next to the bed. And we stand there like that for I don’t know how long. Our breaths in and out match, my chest to her back, my hand on her neck.
I want to push her over and drive into her honey heat, but I know she deserves more than some quick fuck. Plus, I don’t think that will be enough. I want to touch every part of her body… with my mouth, my tongue and my hand. I want to rub across every curve she has until she’s not sure where I end and she begins. I want us as one.
I walk around her until we’re facing each other. I let my hand slide down her shoulder and brush across the crest of her large breasts. She inhales deeply, almost like she’s pushing herself into my hand. I run my knuckles across her hard peaks and another whimper leaves her mouth.
I smile possessively at her, loving what I can do to her body. She bites her lip, and her big brown eyes look up at me, waiting.
Reaching for the hem of her shirt, I pull it up and she raises her arms to let me take it off her. Her creamy white bra barely holds her in, her breasts swollen and heaving against my touch.
I unclasp her bra and slowly pull it down her arms. I’m giving her time to adjust to me, to push me away, to stop me. I’m not sure which, but I’m praying she wants this as much as I do.
Her skin is soft and I run my fingers across her collarbone, pushing her hair back. Small goosebumps raise across her skin and I lean down to nip at her shoulder. She moans and I take advantage of it by covering her mouth with mine.
As soon as our lips touch, a fire ensues. My blood is racing through my veins and it’s like I’m drowning but it’s the sweetest death I could ever know. I want her and I’m going to have her. I turn her head, giving me better access, letting me deepen the kiss.