Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
His thumb rests against my lower lip before pushing into my mouth. I easily part for him and gently suck. A low groan of approval reverberates off the walls. I close my eyes, enjoying the taste of him in my mouth and feel encouraged with his approval. He pulls his hand away far too soon and I immediately miss his touch. He strokes himself again, just inches from my lowered body.
His hand fists the hair at the base of my neck and he gently pulls me toward him. The slight pain is directly linked to the throbbing need in my now-soaked pussy. Everything about him seems forbidden and mysterious. It’s so fucking hot. His half-hooded eyes follow my tongue as I lick my lips. I’ve never done anything like this. I’ve never wanted to, either. But looking between his heated gaze and his massive cock, I can’t help the lust heating every inch of me. I whimper in need, clenching my thighs.
What’s wrong with me? I’m only vaguely conscious of how it’s all unfolded. Something’s not right and yet in this moment, all I need is him.
His grip on me loosens as I lower my lips to his dick. I take a languid lick of his rigid cock before taking the head in my mouth. It’s difficult to do, but I relax my jaw and ease him in with my lips shielding my teeth. He’s far too big for me to get much of him in my mouth, but I work his shaft with my hand as I obey him and suck and swallow as much as I can. I may not have experience, but I’m not that naïve. I know what he wants and I’m more than willing to give it to him.
The taste of his precum is salty and sweet. I release his dick with a pop and lick the head, dipping the tip of my tongue into his seam at the top. His leg twitches at the act and a low, strangled groan leaves his lips. My cheeks heat as I blush.
This is really happening. My heart races.
His intense blue eyes stare back at me with lust, and his full lips are parted as his breath leaves him in shallow pants. I feel scandalous to be doing such an act. But I love the power it gives me to see that I can have a man of such authority and dominance lost in the pleasure I give him. I moan around his cock as his hand gently caresses my neck. He’s letting me go at my own pace as I move up and down his length.
I close my eyes, enjoying the taste of him, the sounds of desire, the feel of his hands on me. It’s surreal that I’m doing this. Especially with him. A werewolf. Shame hits me as I realize I don’t even know his name. The recognition wakes me from the lust-filled haze. I instantly let go of him and push away, covering my swollen lips with my hand, scooting back in the dirt on my ass until my back is pushed against the hard rock. What the fuck is wrong with me? His eyes widen and flash with a hint of anger, making me instinctually recoil.
When he sees my reaction he schools his features. He looks down at his still-hard dick and then back at me with confusion. “Did I hurt you?” I slowly shake my head, wondering how he thought he hurt me. “Why have you stopped?”
“I—” I look down at my dirty jeans and stutter. My cheeks flame with embarrassment. “I don’t even know your name.”
“Luke.” His statement comes out hard and he’s obviously still confused. “You’re Emma.” How does he know my name? As if reading my mind, he answers, “I went through your things.”
Oh. I suppose it’s good that he at least knows my name. I attempt to give him a small smile, but I fail. Instead tears burn my eyes, threatening to reveal themselves and I have no idea why. I’m so confused and I feel lost. This isn’t what I wanted and it’s nothing like what I’d planned. A thick lump grows in my throat, and my chest hurts so much I have to push my hand against it in hope of relieving some of the pressure.
“There’s something wrong with me. I want to go home.” I can hardly believe my own words. They come out without my consent. I’ve wanted the chance to speak openly to werewolves for as long as I can remember, but I’ve lost the courage. I can’t find it in me to even look back at the shifter.
“We’ll be home tomorrow.” My eyes widen and dart to his, and I start frantically shaking my head.
“No I need to go back home. To my home. I can’t do this.” My head continues to shake, denying reality. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t. Please let me go. I’ll find my way on my own.” My panicked voice rises as hysteria sets in.