Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
The sun is setting, bathing the mountainsides in oranges and gold. I shift, trotting off in the direction she disappeared, my nose to the ground to follow her delectable scent. I catch it easily and pick up speed, the joy of running as my wolf mingling with the insatiable need to hunt, catch, and devour Carlotta James.
I run harder, instinct taking over, but then lose her scent.
My tricky mate.
She doubled back somewhere. I skid to a stop, pivot, and follow the trail back. It takes me a few minutes to figure out that she took a flying leap from one of the boulders to the earth below, but I pick up the scent again and charge forward.
I race forward, my paws digging into the soft earth as I climb in elevation. I catch sight of a flash of white fur in the trees and veer on the diagonal to cut her off. I don’t mean to catch her, but I leap and end up pinning her beneath two paws.
She rolls over, baring her belly and throat to me. Submitting to me, her mate. Making me desperate to shift back and fuck her blind.
But I want her to enjoy the blanket I set up, so I release her, giving her a light nip to drive her back down the mountain. I chase, nip, and herd her down to the meadow, enjoying the way she slows to take in our picnic site then races for it.
My wolf goes insane with need for her.
We reach the blanket in seconds, both of us shifting to human form before we’re down.
Mine, my wolf roars.
I ignore the fact that it’s not true, dragging her closer by her legs, flipping her to her back, and spreading her wide. I lick into her at the same time I pinch both of her nipples.
She cries out in shock then moans her assent. I delve my tongue between her soft folds, exploring aggressively, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her labia into my mouth.
There’s nothing nuanced about eating her. I’m consuming my mate like she’s my last meal. Like if I don’t make her come in the next instant, our lives will be over.
Her hips writhe and wiggle, legs squeeze around my shoulders. I continue to pinch and pull at her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, then squeezing her breasts roughly.
“Asher, please.”
I love it when she begs.
“Please, I can’t take it.”
I stop sucking her clit and lift my head. “You can and you will.” I flick my tongue over the swollen nub.
She whimpers. “Please, Asher. I need you inside me.”
“You will come on my tongue first. Then you’ll come all over my dick. Then I’m going to come in your ass.”
That’s all it takes–my beautiful mate comes from my words alone. Her ass squeezes tight, and her hips jack off the bedspread, thrusting her dripping cunt against my face. I cradle her ass in my hands and put my entire mouth over her, sucking as her muscles squeeze and pulse against my tongue.
“That’s it, baby,” I murmur between licks. “You taste so sweet when you come all over my tongue.”
Lotta goes feral, sitting up and tackling me to my back. She straddles my waist and catches my sizable erection. I groan at the contact, my balls already drawing up to come.
But I force myself to relax. I want more than a frenzied fuck tonight.
I want Lotta.
All of her.
She lifts her hips up and lowers herself onto my cock, eyes rolling up in her head with a moan.
I take her hips but don’t guide her yet. I want to feel her gyrations. Learn the dance she does when I let her follow her own pleasure.
She settles, taking me even deeper, panting. Her eyes glow green. She’s so exquisite, with her dark, thick hair cascading over her shoulders, the curve of her cheekbones set off by the flush of color in her face.
One rock of her hips, and my cock surges even longer.
I tighten my grip on her hips but still don’t take over. I let her savor the control, seek her pleasure. Her hands drop to my shoulders, her long hair tickling my chest. She slides forward and back over my root. She’s slick as fuck, her juices leaking down my balls.
“Show me how well you ride my cock,” I growl.
Her nails score my skin as she picks up speed. She finds an internal ridge she likes the head of my cock to rub against and grinds there. Her short, quick strokes wind the coil of sexual tension tighter and tighter, but I force myself to hold off.
I have plans for her ass tonight. I force air in through my nostrils and exhale through my teeth.
“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how much you like to ride it.”
Lotta’s moan has a wild timbre. I distract myself from the need building in my balls by watching Lotta’s pleasure grow and bloom.