Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Oh my God. Oh my God! Oh please!” My orgasm comes on so hard and fast I shriek. Moisture gushes around Abe’s fingers.
“That’s it, Pearls,” Abe praises me. “Good girl.”
“Oh my God. What just happened? What did you do to me?”
“I made you squirt.” He looks proud of himself as he eases his fingers out of me and unbuckles the strap on my Jimmy Choo.
Squirt. Female ejaculation. Another term–like safe word–I’ve heard but had no actual understanding of before tonight.
He tosses the heel behind him and unbuckles the other one. “That was your pleasure,” he tells me. “Now it’s time for punishment.”
Chapter Fifteen
Abe
My cock is harder than marble. The only thing keeping my wolf sane is the knowledge that I’ve made Lauren orgasm twice already. Her scent is everywhere—on my clothes, my skin, filling the room.
Wilde and Rayne were here before us–I can tell by their scents–but they’re gone now. Probably up on the mesa where the shifter kids all go to hang out around a fire. Where my buddies will be now, wondering where I went.
I picked a different bedroom, so I can indulge only in Lauren’s scent.
It brings massive satisfaction. Having the taste of her on my lips and fingers takes the edge off my aggression as well.
But, damn, the urge to mark her keeps riding up my back, constricting the nerves at the base of my skull that allow me to see straight. But it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to see to make Lauren come. I don’t need to see to make her scream and beg and writhe on the bed. At this point, if you told me I’d never see again, I’m not sure I would care. Because pleasuring Lauren is my life purpose.
Lauren’s eyes are glassy, her thick mane of coppery hair spreads out around her face like a halo. I blink to bring her into better focus. She’s a fucking goddess. I don’t care if my physiology is screwed up, and that’s why my wolf wants to mark a human. It feels so right. The satisfaction of being with her can’t be wrong.
“You liked that spanking I gave you, didn’t you, Pearls?”
She rubs her pouty lips together. “Uh–I don’t know about that.”
“Liar.” I know by the fresh bloom of her arousal that I’m right. I run my index finger through her juices, then hold it up to show her. “Your body tells me everything.” I bring it to my mouth to taste, and my vision goes dark, temples throbbing.
I roll her over, so she won’t see, in case anything shows on my face. “I’m adding lying to the list of punishable offenses.” I grab a pillow to thrust under her hips, and my vision clears. Her skin still shows my handprints from before, a reminder that she’s a delicate human. I slap her ass and squeeze it. “You have the best ass, princess. Full and round and fucking perfect.” I slap the other side. “This ass has been a torment to me since the day you walked into Chemistry and ruined my life.” I deliver a flurry of rapid slaps, then stop and rub her soft flesh, soothing it. Worshiping it.
I pry her cheeks apart and look at her cute asshole. “Next time I’m going to fuck you right here.” I press my thumb against her little rosebud, and she squeezes against it. “And you’re going to tell me you’re sorry.”
“What makes you think there will be a next time?” Lauren tosses her hair when she turns to look over her shoulder at me, resting up on her forearms.
I give her my cockiest smile. “Oh, there will be a next time.” I deliver another flurry of smacks, and she shrieks, laughing and listing away.
There has to be a next time. Now that I’ve tasted her, I’m addicted. I won’t be able to function if I can’t get her under my hands and tongue on a regular basis.
I continue with my game–slapping her, rubbing away the sting, spanking again, until she’s dripping with arousal, moaning with need. I pull the pillow out and roll her back onto her back then do what I should have done the moment I got her in here–I pull her slinky dress off over her head. It’s strapless–thank fate–so it doesn’t get hung up on her bound hands. She sits up to help me, and I toss it to the floor with the shoes.
“Oh, sweet moon goddess,” I breathe, staring at her tits. She has flower stickers or something over each of her nipples. A surge of jealousy rips through me. “Did you put those on for him?” My voice cracks like I’m twelve. I rub my temples, trying to keep my vision from glitching.
“No. You’re being ridiculous.” Lauren appears amused at my jealousy.
I exhale through my teeth.
“They’re to keep my nipples from showing through the dress.” She tries to reach one of them with her fingertips but can’t with the duct tape. “Peel them off.”