Wild Hunger Read Online Suzanne Wright (Phoenix Pack #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Phoenix Pack Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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Smoothing his hands down her back to palm her ass, Trick put his mouth to her ear. “I can smell how wet you are.” The sweet scent of her need filled the stall, making his head spin and his cock throb. Nuzzling her neck, he scraped his teeth over the claiming mark. “Mine.”

“Yours,” agreed Frankie. He brought his mouth down hard on hers. Gripping his shoulders, she moaned. The kiss was hot, wet, and hungry. He plundered and dominated and demanded her submission.

“Your throat,” he rumbled. “Give me your throat.”

Oh, now, that was asking for a lot more submission than she was comfortable giving. Frankie didn’t mind following his orders and letting him take the lead—it was often to her benefit, and she didn’t get a kick out of controlling others anyway. But offering him her throat? Yeah, that was asking a lot. “Trick—”

“Give me your throat.”

She lifted her chin. “No.”

His eyes narrowed. “All right.”

Unease pricked at her. Trick generally wasn’t the type to back down when he wanted something, especially during sex. His mouth took hers again, tongue sinking inside and exploring every crevice as he backed her against the tiled wall. He raised one of her arms, and she felt something wrap around her wrist. He did the same thing with the other, and then her foggy brain remembered . . . suction cup restraints.

Well, fuck. She’d noticed them before. He’d taunted her that he’d use them one day, when she was least expecting it. Well, she sure hadn’t seen it coming just now.

Trick hummed in satisfaction at the perfect picture she made right then. “Cuffed, helpless, and mine to play with.”

The “helpless” part both pricked at her pride and fueled her need. Frankie might have fought him, if only for the fun of it, but she sensed that he needed this. Needed to lose himself in what they had. Needed the control that he’d no doubt shed tonight while he did what he had to do. So rather than fighting him, she remained still. And that earned her a lazy, lopsided grin.

Trick trailed his fingers down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, down to her stomach. “You look so fucking hot right now, Frankie.” His cock was full and heavy, throbbing like a bitch. “My Frankie.”

He kept his touch featherlight as he grazed his fingers over the plump lips of her pussy. He slipped his finger between her folds just enough to skim over her clit. Her hips jerked toward him, and he smiled. His mate had the most sensitive clit he’d ever come across in his life, and he loved to tease her endlessly. Loved pushing her as far as she could go. Which was why he said, “I think I’ll come back to that later.”

Ignoring her harsh curse, he closed his hands around her breasts and squeezed. “I fucking love your tits.” He pushed them together as he licked from one nipple to the other. He sucked and licked and raked them with his teeth. With a choked moan, she arched into him as much as her restraints would allow. He thrust a finger into her hot little pussy and groaned. She was already wet, but . . . “I want you dripping for me.” He scooped out some of the slickness and spread it over her clit. “Is this what you want?”

“You know it is.” Frankie gasped as he caught her clit between two fingers and squeezed just a little. He slid his fingers forward and backward, rubbing both sides of her clit with each glide. Oh God. She hooked one leg over his hip to lock him in place as the tension built inside her. Every part of her ached for him. Responded to him. Craved him.

“Frankie, give me your throat.”

She hissed. “Why do you want it so bad?”

“I need to know you’ll give me anything. Everything.” He sank his finger back into her pussy, scooped out more lube, and smeared it all over her clit. “There’s only one thing I wouldn’t do for you, Frankie—and that’s let you go. I’ll never give you freedom. But anything else? It’s yours.” He circled, rubbed, and pinched her clit. “Give me what I want.”

Frankie squeezed her eyes shut. Even while she was out of her mind with need, her pride balked at his request. But the heart that he’d won and now totally owned wanted to give him whatever he needed. And the heart won out over her pride.

A growl rumbled out of Trick as she tipped her head back, giving him her throat. Like that, his control evaporated like mist. He tore open the Velcro cuffs to free her hands. “Hold on.” He lifted her high and roughly dropped her on his cock. Her breath seemed to gust out of her lungs, but her pussy rippled around him. And he knew neither of them would last long.


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