Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“It’s okay,” he whispered.
I stilled against his now-wet shirt, sinking into him as he continued to rock me.
“Why didn’t he pull out your animal?” he murmured.
“His power felt gross. I didn’t want him to do it. He . . . he wasn’t you.”
He kissed my head. “It’s time for you to meet your animal, Little Wolf.”
I blinked away my tears and looked up at him. “How do you know it’s a wolf?”
His answering gaze was open all the way down to his soul. “I just know, baby. We’ll work on actually shifting after we get your situation at the castle sorted out. You’re not going to wait any longer to feel your magic, though.”
His power reached down into me, familiar and tantalizing. I closed my eyes as the lava seeped into my middle. I sucked in a breath as power coursed through my veins. I blinked at the feeling of another being stretching into my skin.
My senses were immediately overloaded, his scent going from mouthwatering to utterly devastating, making me salivate. My vision crystalized, the image of his face clearer than I could have imagined as I noticed little flecks of green dotted within his slate-gray eyes. His touch felt so natural, so necessary, so primal, like there was no one else in the world that could feel this perfect under my palms.
“Mate,” a voice within me said, its recognition evident. The lava within me throbbed in time with the word.
I clutched him, dragging his head down so that I could connect my lips to his. His tongue swiped through my mouth as a pounding need to mate with him stole my breath. It was stronger than the chemistry we’d always felt between us, stronger than the previous pull, stronger than any drug that existed in the world. He was life, and I needed to taste it, to feel it, to bond with it.
“I need him,” the voice within me said even as I said, “Hurry!” I ripped at his belt. “I need you inside me. Gods, hurry!”
His pack was still behind him, sitting on their horses or standing in line, watching the display. I’d never so much as been nude in front of them, having always been bashful and covered up.
I didn’t fucking care right now.
I didn’t care that he was stripping me out of my pants and feeling along my wet pussy. I widened my legs, dragging him with me so I could lean against a tree trunk, moaning when he plunged those fingers into my depths.
“I need you, Weston,” I groaned, sliding my hand along his hard length. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
I was so wet his fingers squelched; I was dripping for him. His thumb made circles around my clit, and then he shoved me down to my knees, quickly feeding me his cock. I sucked it in greedily, running my tongue over the crown and taking it all down deep until his balls slapped against my chin. I hollowed my cheeks with suction as I pulled off before sucking him deep again, over and over.
“I need this done quick so that I can go slow,” he labored out, holding my hair with one big fist as he looked down on me.
I didn’t need a reason. He tasted like fucking candy and felt like delicious sin.
I watched that handsome face as my head bobbed on his cock. His gaze was heavy and wicked, his pupils blown wide with raw need. I felt up into his shirt with one hand, running my fingers over his rippled muscles.
He let go of me and yanked his shirt off, exposing that perfectly cut torso dappled in sunshine.
I moaned on his cock as he fucked my face, his movements ever faster.
“I’m going to come,” he warned. Then he tensed, grunting through his release.
I sucked it all down. I’d never be able to suffer giving anyone else head, not when he tasted and felt so damn good.
He pulled me up to standing, peeling me out of the rest of my clothes as I rose.
“Mine,” he growled as he picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. The creature within me writhed in glory hearing him say that. He leaned me back against the tree, rubbed his cock head against my opening, and then stilled. He looked into my eyes and growled, “Mine,” then thrust his hips, filling me in one motion.
His animal moved within him. I felt it, like it was rising to the surface. My animal was right there, too; I could feel her continuing to stretch within me, as natural as breathing air.
“I feel her,” I said in excitement. “I feel her, Weston. I have magic!”
“You have a lot of magic, baby,” he murmured, seated within me, holding himself there. “I hate that I had to keep it from you for so long.”