Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
“Morning.” She rocked back, grinding against his cock. He growled low into her ear, stirring the tiny hairs there. She shuddered, her nipples tightening.
Luke softly snaked his warm, calloused hand up her stomach and closed it over her breast. She clenched her thighs. He always touched her that way—with a bold, entitled possessiveness, reminding her that it was his right. Branding her in ways she could only feel. It pushed all kinds of delicious buttons for both her and her female.
Blair moaned as he squeezed her breast just right. It made her lower stomach tighten and her clit pulse. Since she turned eighteen, he’d made it his mission to learn what she liked and exactly how she liked it. He clearly meant to exploit that knowledge.
He plumped her breast again and again, fueling the fiery need that coursed through her. Blair arched into his hold, pushing out her ass to rock back against his dick once more.
Hot breath washed over her neck as he growled. “Stop that.”
“Why?”
“Because I said so.”
She licked her lips. “That’s not a real answer.” But it was a very Luke answer. A reminder that she was in bed with a born alpha.
He suckled on her neck, and damn if her inner walls didn’t ripple. She gripped the arm he’d curled around her, digging her fingers into hard muscle as he played with her breasts. Squeezing. Stroking. Kneading.
Her nipples were lavished with just as much attention. He repeatedly pinched and plucked and twisted them until they were tight, throbbing buds. At this point, she was damp and hot and felt ready to crawl out of her skin. Or maybe tackle the teasing bastard so that he was flat on his back and she could impale herself on his dick.
Was she nervous about losing her virginity? Not at all. She’d never quite considered it a big deal anyway. And after months of Luke’s brand of torturous foreplay and being in a constant state of arousal, she was more than ready to be taken; more than ready to take in return.
His fingertip circled an aching nipple. “Such soft, pretty breasts.”
“They’ve been well and truly pleasured. Your hand needs to head further south.”
“You know, I just had the same thought.” He slipped his finger into her mouth. “Suck.”
She did as he asked, swirling her tongue around the digit. She barely hid a smile when she felt his cock throb against her butt. It didn’t take a genius to work out what he’d been imagining right then.
He punishingly bit her earlobe as he withdrew his finger. “It’s not nice to tease.”
“No, it’s not.” She almost bucked as a wet fingertip rolled her clit. “And yet you tease me all the time. Why?”
“Because I can.” He slipped his finger through her folds and then gently thrust it inside her. He groaned. “So tight.” He nipped her earlobe again. “So mine.”
Feeling close to intoxicated on the scent of his mate’s need, Luke set up a slow, steady rhythm as he fucked her with his finger, going a little deeper each time. Her gasps, her moans, her responsiveness, the hot liquid coating his finger—all of it made the possessive streak inside him unfurl and stretch out like a wild, waking animal.
She appealed to every one of his senses. Stirred them up. Inflamed them. Demanded their attention.
He groaned when he touched the barrier inside her. “You don’t know what it does to me,” he began, swirling his finger, “to know that no one else has ever touched you this way. That no other man has ever made you come.”
Luke kept his pace slow as he continued to pump his finger into her pussy. He’d used his hands on her many times before, so he knew she could handle more, harder, faster. But he wanted to drive her so insane with need that she barely felt any pain when he first slid inside her.
His body wasn’t down with the “slow and teasing” plan. It fairly vibrated with the primitive, animalistic need to take his mate hard and fast; to rut on her until she felt owned, mastered, conquered.
He couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t. Not right now. It would hurt her. But his cock didn’t give a single hot shit. It was raging hard, demanding he give into the urge to fuck her raw.
Luke added another finger, gritting his teeth as her tight muscles contracted around them. “Exists solely for me.” His cat rumbled his agreement, pressing against Luke’s skin in an effort to be closer to her.
“Dammit, can’t you pick up the pace a little?”
He felt his mouth curve at her snippy tone. “I could.” But he wouldn’t.
Luke lazily sank his fingers inside her over and over and over … until she was arching and bucking and snarling at him to move faster. Yeah, snarling. He bit her neck, and her pussy began to blaze and spasm. “Let go, come all over my hand.”