Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Fuck,” I breathed.
I was dying.
It was so good.
I fisted my hand in her hair and used it to guide her forward and back, slow and deep. She massaged my balls, then popped off and sucked them, which nearly shot me through the roof with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby. That’s so good. You’re killing me, Emma.”
Oh, to say her real name was the sweetest sound.
She smiled up at me. “That’s the intention.” She continued her delicious torture until I was close to coming down her throat, and then I stopped it.
“My turn, baby.” I pulled her up, lifted her by the waist, and tossed her in the center of the bed.
“Show off,” she laughed. “Now I know how you’re so strong. It wasn’t just from tossing bales of hay around on a ranch.”
“Do you like it?” I pounced on her, tugging her yoga pants and panties off.
“I freaking love it.”
I crouched over her, taking a moment to look my fill of my naked mate. She was exquisite. Soft and curvy. Beautifully opened to me.
She held my gaze as her fingertip slid down between her legs.
“Is that where you want me, baby?”
She nodded.
I pushed her knees all the way up to her shoulders, spreading her cunt for my mouth. Then I caught her wrists and moved her hands up to her breasts. “Play with your nipples while I lick your pretty pussy.”
“Yes, sir,” she said softly, then I got to work.
37
EMMA
I’d never trusted anyone more than I trusted Johnny. Not even Lyssa. I felt so incredibly safe. So held. So doted on right now. So aroused.
His tongue was licking up every drop that I knew was dripping from me. Then he flicked my clit, got his fingers involved. Before, we’d both been frantic with need. This time, it was just as carnal, but it was different. Sweeter. Hotter.
Our thoughts weren’t clouded with lust.
Oh, this was hot as hell, but it was… love.
“J,” I breathed, grabbing hold of his hair and pulling him to me. When he curled a finger, I came on a loud gasp.
“That’s one, baby,” he said when he kissed his way up my body until he got to my mouth. Our tongues tangled, and I tasted my spicy desire.
“Please,” I begged, rolling my hips. The head of his dick was right there, and I wanted him in me.
“My greedy girl,” he said and then thrust deep, filling me completely in one long, steady stroke.
“Oh, yes.”
He held himself deep, hovered over me. “Look at me, Emma.”
I opened my eyes, met his dark gaze.
“This is when I would have marked you. Bit your neck and made you mine. You were mine from when you opened that front door at Falling Waters, but the bite would make it permanent.”
“Yes.”
He dipped his head and licked the spot.
“You’re mine. Always have been. Just had to find each other.”
Tears filled my eyes at his romantic words. I nodded.
Then it wasn’t so romantic any longer. His need for me was too great. I understood because I became frantic for him. With my knees wide, he fucked me in long, measured strokes. Deep. Hard. Then harder still.
A headboard slammed against a wall, and we realized it wasn’t ours.
Lyssa was with her mates. I hoped she had the same connection I shared with Johnny because it was the most amazing kind of happiness. Of being whole.
When he put his fingers between us, his thumb finding my clit, he made me come. Made me scream.
Made us win the bet on which sister could be pleasured first.
It didn’t matter. I knew because I belonged to Johnny, I’d always come first for him.
38
JOHNNY
The sun was starting to set behind the mountain, the evening air becoming cooler by the minute. Emma and I walked hand in hand toward the pack’s annual fall bonfire. The teens in the pack had collected enough wood to keep the bonfire going long into the night. They’d have fun until close to dawn. I’d been one of them only a few years ago, drinking with my shifter friends. Doing stupid shit.
Now, I’d be one of the first in bed. Not because I was old and tired but because I had my marked mate exactly where I wanted her and hanging out at a bonfire was not it.
But, I needed to give my mate a rest. After we returned to Wolf Ranch, I’d kept her in my bedroom for the two days we didn’t really get the first time around. Emma–yes, EMMA–and I talked and fucked and ate food that someone from the main house dropped off and made love and… did all the things new mates were supposed to do.
We didn’t have to go far. It was behind the barn by the creek, the same open area where we had our pack picnics. By doing a quick scan, most of the pack was already here. Food was plentiful, music came from a speaker, and everyone was in an upbeat mood.