Series: Star Moon Pack Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Then you’d have to admit you were in my room, and you pulled a knife on me.”
“And I can do that again,” I remind her, smiling when her throat works. “So play along, or I guess I’m going to have to kill you, and trust me, little wolf, when I say I will enjoy every second of it.”
Her eyes dart over my face, her brows drawing together in a single line. She knows it’s the truth. I know she does because, in some ways, I feel what she’s feeling. That’s what the bond does. That’s what she’s going to figure out eventually. There’s no fighting the inevitable.
With a growl, she breaks eye contact before walking out of the room. I exchange a quick glance with my father, who I’m sure is less than pleased that I’ve caused this unpleasantness for him. However, he gives no indication of it before I turn around and follow her out of the room.
“Don’t you even think about hurting her!” Benedict calls out behind me.
It’s his alpha who responds. “He can’t. Not if they’re mated.”
Right. Those old men like to think they know everything, don’t they? They’re dead wrong. If I want to hurt her, I will. And I do. Almost as much as I want to fuck her.
She’s in the vestibule, about to open the second door and step outside, when I stop her, pushing her up against the wall instead. “What are you doing?” she demands, shoving at me. It doesn’t do any good. I’m not about to let go of her, and I’m a mountain of a man, so I doubt she’ll be able to move.
I wouldn’t let her move if she tried. I need her against me, willing but not acknowledging it. We both know I can smell her arousal.
“I’m making sure you keep your mouth shut,” I whisper, pinning her in place with my body. A body that wants her with every single cell and every drop of blood pumping through it. My lips are almost touching hers; the only thing holding me back is the fact that I want to drive a knife into her neck almost as much as my dick into her heat.
Her voice comes out broken, breathless, and needy, almost a caress on my skin. “And if I don’t?”
She has no idea what she’s doing, challenging me like this. It isn’t her inexperience or naivete. It’s her, her nature crashing against my nature, making it impossible for me to do anything but want to claim her. To conquer her, to shut her up once and for all.
Her scent—it’s the sweetest perfume, the strongest drug, and I’m under its spell. Her arousal, combined with the scent of her wolf, slams into my senses, demanding my dick and wolf both stand to attention.
I’m only making things worse for myself by being this close to her, but I can’t stop—not only because I don’t trust her.
“If you don’t,” I whisper, leaning closer until my lips graze the graceful column of her throat. “I’ll find ways of making you regret defying me.” Fuck, her appealing scent is stronger now that I’m close to her fluttering pulse. I take an experimental lick of her skin, and some twisted part of me rejoices at the tiny shudder that grows with every moment my tongue is on her.
“Like what?” She’s still defiant, but she’s also not fooling me. No longer does she fight against the imposing body holding her in place. Now, she leans against the wall for support since her legs are shaking too hard to hold her up, and her soaking wet pussy is just begging for attention.
How do I know she’s soaking wet, needing me? I can hear her panties gliding against her heat while my cock stands at attention.
“Like leaving you in a dripping, pleading frenzy with no hope of relief.”
She snorts—then gasps when I take another lick.
“Yeah.”
Another lick leaves her silent.
“Right.” I chuckle as I pull back slightly.
She arches one eyebrow and dares me to go on. “What a threat.”
This entire time, she hasn’t once tried to push me away. I want to laugh at her, but if I point it out, she’ll touch me, and I’ll lose the fun I want to have with her before I even get it.
Or I’ll be forced to break her neck while her father listens.
“Nobody ever told you what it’s like?” Did they tell her a single fucking thing? I grind against her, my cock rubbing her mound, and not even her hardheaded resolve stands a chance against what her body demands.
She’s breathing fast, hardened nipples brushing my chest, and a flush creeps up her throat. She can’t hold out forever. She’s going to melt for me. And that’s not me being cocky; it’s reading her body.
“I’ve heard of wolves going insane from this.” I take her hands in mine and lift them above her head, pinning them against the wall.