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)
“Cliff diving? A roller coaster? Drag racing? No—scratch that—there’s no way I’m putting you in real danger again.”
Her smile is soft and inviting. Utterly intoxicating. “I was thinking something more along the lines of a cabin in the woods. Minus the rattlesnake I ran into on the way last time.”
The cabin. My wolf fist pumps the air. I was right about her energy being receptive. I don’t know what changed—whether it was my rescuing her when she was scared or proving I cared by hanging around the hospital afterward—but there’s an energy she’s sending me now that is undeniable.
My temples throb with a muscle spasm behind my eyes. I blink rapidly and hold my breath to keep from inhaling her scent until it passes.
“Cabin in the woods, it is.” I take off, driving the short distance to the road that leads out to the cabin.
“Ah, so here’s where the road is,“ Lauren says. “I couldn’t find it, so I parked and tried to walk there.”
I groan. “I wish you had called me, Pearls.”
She groans ruefully. “So do I.”
I park at the cabin and turn off the engine. “Tell me I get to tie you up again.”
She throws open her door. “Catch me if you can!” She leaps from the Rover and bolts toward the woods, the slight hobble in her run making her look adorable.
My dick, already long in my pants just from being near her, gets rock hard. I race after her, catching her before she gets into the woods and spinning her around. I swing her up over my shoulder to run to the cabin, where I open the front door and step through.
Lauren bites my back, squeezes my ass. She’s more feral than a she-wolf tonight.
It’s so hot.
I set her gently down on the sofa. Despite our play, I’m still on edge thinking about her near-death experience with the rattlesnake. If I cause her even one bit of additional pain tonight, I’d kick my own balls.
The moment I set her down, she fists my shirt and pulls me down beside her on the couch with more strength than I gave her credit for. I guess human females aren’t entirely weak.
She climbs over my lap, tearing my t-shirt off over my head.
“Oh, okay,” I laugh. “So that’s how we’re playing this.”
She bites my shoulder, rocking her hips over my aching dick.
“You wanna tie me up this time, pearls?“
She unbuttons my shorts.
“Ahhuh“ I groan when she pulls my erection out with a firm grip.
“I just wanna be on top tonight.” She slides off the sofa and onto her knees. When she takes my cock between those pouty lips, sucking on the tip, I let out another groan. At this rate, I’m not going to last more than a minute.
“I guess that snakebite was the best near death experience yet. You’re more than alive right now, baby. You’re on fire.“
She takes more of my cock into her mouth, and I shudder with pleasure. “I do feel alive,“ she says, popping off and stroking her fist up and down my already enormous erection.
She takes my cock back in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down over it, driving me mad. She comes off and unbuttons her shorts, rising to her feet. “I feel so alive. And I’m really turned on right now.”
I almost orgasm right there. There is nothing hotter than beautiful, glorious Lauren Sterling turned on. The scent of her arousal drugs me. I reach out to help her slide her shorts and panties down as she kicks off her fancy flip-flops.
“Come here, baby.“ I take her hands and pull her toward me. She starts to straddle my waist, but I lift her hands higher until she’s standing on my thighs, and then I lift one knee and drape it over my shoulder, so I can get my mouth between her legs.
“Oh, Abe.” She grabs the back of my head and angles her pussy, so I can access more of it. I part that sweet fruit with my tongue, swirling around her clit. She tastes delicious. Different than before. Sweeter. More potent. Absolutely perfect.
The need to mark her comes on so fast, I almost bury my lengthened canines in her thigh. I jerk back, now blinded by my body’s glitch.
To cover, I pick her up by the waist and lie her on her back on the sofa.
“Abe.” She pulls me down over her, but then arrests my descent, with a hand pressed to my chest. “Oh. You’re having an episode, aren’t you?“
“Yeah.” It’s a relief to be able to admit it to her. To not have to hide it like I do with everyone else in my life, including my parents.
“What do you need?”
I shake my head, trying to shake off the pain. “No, I’m good.“ It’s partially true. I can see out of the periphery of my vision.