Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“Can’t…hold…back…any longer,” I grit between clenched teeth.
“Wilde.” Rayne sounds alarmed, but it’s too late. I’m thrusting.
Deep.
Fuck. She’s so tiny, I probably split her in two.
She cries out, reaching for my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist, which keeps me from moving in her. Lets her follow my hips up and down without the friction. I fucking love it. I get her tight, wet heat gripping me like a fist and work a little deeper every time I rock my hips against hers.
“Wilde.”
I like her saying my name in that breathy, panicked little voice. I like it way too much.
“Who do you belong to?”
“Wilde–”
“That’s right. Say my name.”
“Wilde, please.”
Somehow, I force myself to dial back the power of my thrusts. “Are you okay, baby?”
“I’m good,” she pants. “I need…”
“What do you need?” Some of the fog clears from my brain. My female needs satisfying, and it’s my job to do it. I slow my roll.
“No,” she whines.
I bring the pad of my thumb to her clit and rub.
“Oh!” Her hips pop off the bed, thrusting up over my dick, which of course, makes me lose it again.
Bracing on one arm beside her head, I pound in, caressing her lovely face with my free hand as I demolish her sweet little pussy.
Her eyes roll back in her head. She arches her back. “Wilde…Wilde…please.”
“Take it, baby. Take all of me.”
“Yes…yes….oh!” Rayne’s internal muscles squeeze around my dick–like she wasn’t already tight enough–and an inhuman growl rips from my throat.
The tether on the last of my control snaps. I pound into Rayne as the room spins. My balls draw up tight. I’m as feverish as she is now and desperate for release.
“Fuck, Rayne, fuck!” I shove in deep and come inside her, filling her with streams and streams of my hot seed.
Gratitude crashes all around me, sending me nuzzling into Rayne, cupping her nape and kissing her temple, her forehead, her nose, finally landing on her lips where I move my mouth lazily against hers while rocking slowly in and out.
“Does it hurt, baby?”
“Mmm.”
I lift my face to examine hers. “Hmm?”
Her gaze is full heavy-lidded. “I like the hurt,” she murmurs.
I rock a little deeper. “Yeah?”
Her eyes flicker to silver.
“Your wolf is showing,” I whisper.
Rayne’s whole body stiffens.
Rayne
“What is it?” Wilde slowly eases out of me. “Too sore?”
I shake my head. “I’m okay.” I attempt to roll away from him. The topic of my wolf is the real sore spot, but I don’t feel like talking about it.
Wilde gets up from the bed and returns with a warm washcloth which he strokes between my legs, cleaning me up. The intimacy of it is almost more than our act of sex. Because this is the gentle Wilde. The one I suspect most people never see.
Not that I mind the nearly feral version of Wilde. It was incredible to know I affected him that way. That his jealousy and possessiveness were driving him to claim me.
I mean, not claim me, claim me. Not like a mating bite. But still, he was definitely out to prove I belonged to him.
I swear, receiving his cum inside me felt like a baptism. Like it somehow changed me.
Wilde climbs back up beside me and rolls me to my side, so he can mold his body around to spoon me. I absolutely adore the feeling.
This is how we slept last night. Wilde’s giant arm draped across my middle, a heavy weight I never want to escape.
“Let’s talk about this dance, Rayne-bow.” He murmurs the words against my ear, making me feel safe from his habitual fuckery. There’s affection in his body and his voice.
“Okay.”
“You can let that little dickwad take you, on three conditions.”
“What are they?”
“One: you tell him about us.”
“What?” I turn to look over my shoulder in surprise.
Wilde nods. “I need him to know who you belong to. And that I’m granting permission for you to go.”
I chuff at the granting permission part, but I’m secretly thrilled. About the whole thing–Wilde being okay with me going. And wanting to claim me publicly. Of course, telling a human doesn’t really count as publicly in this town.
And I guess I know he won’t claim me in front of others until I transition. If I transition. That’s the part that really stings.
“Do it now.” Wilde nudges me away from him.
“Okay, bossy.”
He slaps my ass as I get up to prove my point.
I get my phone out of my pocket and text Lincoln as Wilde looks over my shoulder.
I need to tell you something. The reason I hesitated when you asked me to the dance, I type.
“Damn straight,” Wilde mutters behind me.
It’s because there’s actually something between me and my stepbrother. Obvs that’s on the DL. But I wanted you to know. And I talked to him, and he’s cool with you taking me