Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
As I come down from the overwhelming sensation, I realize he’s undressing me, practically ripping my jeans off of me. With a snap and a rip, the jeans are torn halfway down my body.
Before the torn clothing even hits the floor, his tongue is on me. His rough stubble scratches against my inner thighs and it’s even better than I imagined. Feeling his hot mouth on me is a dream come true. I arch my back on the desk and push myself into his face. Any sense of control is gone; I’ve fallen off the edge of a cliff. He growls with approval into my heat as he angles me so he can fuck me deeper with his tongue.
“Please,” I beg him again. I need him. He continues taking his sweet time, but the sound of his zipper gives me hope. I wriggle on the desk, needing more. My body is impatient and my head thrashes from side to side. I need him now.
“Please!” I can’t stand the torture any longer. I need my release. He moves from between my legs and hovers over my body while wiping my glistening arousal from his mouth with the back of his hand. His lips are swollen and his silver gaze doesn’t hide his desperation to be inside me in the least. At least both of us are affected.
“You need me to fuck you, Grace?”
I don’t hesitate in my answer. “Yes, I need you.” As soon as the last word leaves me, his hands grab my hips and pull me to the edge of the desk while he pounds into me all the way to the hilt without a hint of mercy or shame.
“I promise it’ll only hurt for a moment,” he groans and I’m caught in his silver gaze. My breath is stolen, my nails digging into his forearms as he towers over me, fully inside of me. If I could speak, I’d beg him to move. It’s too intense, too much.
The intense pain from being stretched begins to slowly ease as he moves inside of me.
My head drops back and I moan, the pleasure-filled waves riding up my body with every hard thrust.
“Fuck yes,” he growls at the ceiling with his eyes closed and his mouth parted. He doesn’t stop his steady pace, though. His head slowly drops and he opens his eyes to find mine. It’s then that I notice his fangs and the hunger in his silver gaze. He is the epitome of power and lust. In this moment I am only his. I want nothing more than to bow down to him and give him every pleasure possible. My heart feels weak and raw. He has complete control of it. Sheer terror jolts through my body, freezing my hot blood. But in a flash, it’s gone, leaving only the heat to scorch my sensitive skin.
My head drops to the desk and my eyes roll back from the intense pleasure radiating through my body. With one hand still on my hip and the other now wrapped around my throat, he picks up his pace and pistons into me with a primal need. I tremble as a numbness rises from the tips of my fingers and toes, threatening to overwhelm my body. I part my lips to beg for my release, but as I do he squeezes tighter around my throat and hammers into me as my pussy clenches.
“Come for me.” His words are my undoing and I shatter beneath him. I shatter for him.
Grace
Devin leaves me for a moment, a chill draping itself around me as my body immediately notices his absence. I lift my head just enough to see him enter what looks to be a bathroom on the far side of the expansive office. As the aftershocks of my orgasm settle, my mind finally feels as though it’s clearing. Like it’s waking up from a fog. The realization of what just happened hits me with a force that makes me want to throw up.
This is why they took us.
My head shakes in denial. Shame immediately strips any sense of pleasure remaining from our bout of passion. They intend to use our bodies for their pleasure. No. I continue to shake my head, covering my face with my hands.
I couldn’t even help myself just now. I wanted him to use me. Will I be like that around all of the other werewolves? Their very presence is a drug. It’s hard to lift myself from the desk, the room spinning at the realization. Even if my body is begging for their touch, I don’t want to be a whore available to them whenever they want. I want more from life. I need more. I push away my sadness as anger replaces it with a fierce need to rally.
Lizzie.
They will not touch her!