Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
It’s better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.
Wilde Woodward is worshiping between my legs. Taking care with me. Unlocking my secrets. The ones even I didn’t know about myself or my body.
He starts to move that digit inside me slowly, a little in, a little out. Then circling it. Stretching my tight entrance, lubricating it. He presses it all the way in and strokes inside me.
My legs jerk in response like I’m a marionette, and he just pulled their strings.
“Yeah? You like that, Rayne-bow? Did I find the coveted G-spot?”
Oh. Fates.
He must have because every time he rubs there, I feel like I’m going to shoot off like a Roman candle.
“Come for me, jellybean.”
Jellybean. It’s a much nicer name than Runt. Endearing. Cute.
He touches inside me again, and I shatter–exploding in a million directions. A glitter-bomb of energy going off in my body. In my room. In the entire atmosphere above Wolf Ridge.
I sob and shudder and clench and shake, my legs kicking, my muscles drawing up tight and squeezing around his finger.
Wilde curses softly. He eases his finger out and kisses my pussy softly. Tenderly. A layer of kisses from top to bottom, making me feel cared for.
Loved, even.
The moment it’s over, I roll to my belly and hide my face in a pillow.
Chapter Fifteen
Wilde
Rayne hides her face from me after she comes.
For a moment, I’m horrified. Did I do something she didn’t want? Take something that wasn’t given?
But no. She asked me for it. She told me she wanted more.
So she’s just embarrassed now. Or feeling vulnerable. Well, that’s no surprise considering we have zero trust built between us.
So I don’t give her space because I’m afraid if I do, she’ll shut me out forever. Instead, I stroke my palm over her reddened ass. Grab a handful and squeeze roughly. I climb over her. “You look so pretty when you’ve been spanked by me,” I murmur darkly in her ear. My cock is thick and heavy for her, but I’m not going to try anything more. Rayne is a virgin. I’ve already pushed her enough.
She stays prone.
I nip her shoulder. Suck her earlobe. Stroke my hand up and down her slender back. When she still doesn’t roll over, I massage the back of her head. “Does it hurt?”
She shakes her head, her face still in the pillow.
“No, your healing abilities kicked into full gear, didn’t they? Let me see that bump on your head.” I gently roll her over.
There’s so much uncertainty in her expression, and I want to punch my own face for putting it there. I lightly trace the bruise she got in the car accident. “It’s better already.” I press my lips to it.
I haven’t kissed this girl on the lips. She just came all over my fingers, but I haven’t tasted that mouth.
I grip her jaw. “May I kiss you, Rayne?” There. Finally, the respect Coach Jamison drilled into us with women surfaces.
She swallows, those blue eyes trained on me, forehead wrinkled like she’s searching for the catch.
I’m so fucking relieved when she gives a tiny nod. I go slowly, lowering my mouth to hers, hovering over her body, so she won’t feel how big an erection I have for her. She doesn’t move at first. Receives my kiss but doesn’t kiss me back. I slant my lips over hers in one direction, then the other. I press my tongue into her mouth, fucking her with it, still slowly. It’s not a chaste kiss, by any means, but it’s not aggressive either. It’s just boldly exploratory.
After a few moments, she starts to return the kiss, her tongue tangling with mine, her lips moving. She groans.
She’s completely naked beneath me, her nipples beaded up into points, her hips starting to roll. The scent of her arousal still fills the room. Coats my fingers. It’s driving my wolf mad. If I don’t pull back soon, I’m going to lose control.
I force myself away from her. “Are you hungry, Rayne-bow?”
She chuffs out a laugh. “Yeah.”
I reluctantly climb off her. “You need a ton of protein right now. I’ll make some lunch.”
Rayne yanks the edge of the blanket up to cover herself. I hate that she needs to hide from me. I want to march back, snatch that blanket away and tell her she’s never allowed to cover what’s mine.
But that’s crazy.
She’s not mine. She can’t be mine.
Except the idea has caught hold. What if…
What if Rayne is the reason I felt so determined to come back to Wolf Ridge? I mean, it doesn’t really make sense. There’s no logic to my choice to get myself here, yet I had to come. Being in Durham was literally killing me.
What if…fuck! What if she’s my fated mate, and my wolf brought me back here for her transition?
Rayne the Runt, my mate!