Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
She sniffed. “You’re just jealous that you have no room left for extras.”
“I mean, you’re not wrong. But I still have no clue how you aren’t full yet.”
Koen laughed under his breath. “I heard that you and Alex are going to go head to head in a burger-eating contest,” he said to her.
Isaiah felt his brows draw together. “A what?”
Quinley spooned more of her pudding. “It was Bailey’s idea.”
He sighed. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Alex stupidly thinks he’s going to win,” said Quinley.
At the other end of the sofa, Andaya slanted her head. “How do you know he won’t?”
“I’ve gone up against a wolverine in an eating contest before. I won.” Quinley shoved her spoon of dessert into her mouth. “Trust me, I have this in the bag.”
The doorbell rang for about the thirtieth time that day.
Andaya stood. “I’ll get it.” She disappeared.
“I’m going to answer a call of nature,” said Koen before walking toward the bathroom.
Isaiah turned his attention back to his mate. His gut clenched as she idly licked the back of her spoon. A frisson of heat worked its way through his blood and surged to his cock.
She stilled. Blinked. Met his gaze. “I felt that.”
“Felt what?”
“You know. It was just a flicker of heat, but I felt it.”
Another sign that imprinting was starting. “You’ll be feeling a fuck of a lot more when I get you home later.”
It was honestly killing him that they hadn’t yet left, his mind filled with all sorts of plans. Going by her expression, she sensed it just fine.
He let out a pained groan.
Her lips kicked up. “You really shouldn’t have looked in that bag.”
“I know,” he mumbled.
She chuckled, low and wicked.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Hearing the bathroom doorknob squeak, Quinley warned, “I’m not quite done yet.” Give a girl a second, would you?
But the door swung open anyway, and then Isaiah stood right there—his feet planted, his face cold, his eyes hot.
She stilled, feeling a little like a deer caught in the headlights at the sheer sexual intent in his expression. Her pulse jerkily jumped, and her skin prickled as teensy little bumps rose.
His gaze dropped to her red-velvet bra, tracing over the white-fur trim and honing right in on the little bell that dangled from a bow between her breasts. His attention dipped lower, taking in the matching, diamante-buckled mini skirt—it was so short it left her ass pretty much bare and just about covered her clit. And then his eyes coasted further down, lapping up the sheer red stockings that featured tiny red bows on the lacy tops.
She hadn’t yet pulled on the skimpy red thong that came with the outfit. The impatient bastard hadn’t given her enough time, despite that she’d told him she’d return to the bedroom once ready.
His eyes skated back up to pin her with an unblinking stare, his focus absolute and unwavering. Her cat froze. The look in his eyes wasn’t human. It was too feral. Too hungry. Too predatory. And positively indecent with how much carnality it transmitted.
Droplets of excitement rained down on Quinley. She was gonna get royally fucked and she knew it. Welcomed it.
A muggy tension simmered in the air, turning it thick and static. He didn’t move. Just stared, his inborn air of dominance sharper and more intense than usual. Almost electric. Her cat reveled in it.
Quinley realized he had something balled up in his fist. Something white. But she couldn’t make out what it was.
And then she didn’t care, because he was coming toward her, a sense of purpose in every step.
Her heart lost all sense of rhythm. Anticipation sizzled across her nerve-endings. Her fingers flexed with a delicious nervousness.
He halted in front of her, lightly brushing his nose over hers, nuzzling her face. His attention zipped to something over her shoulder, and she knew he’d be checking the rear of her outfit through her reflection in the mirror there.
He let his stubbled cheek rasp against hers and kneaded one globe of her ass. “Utter perfection,” he said, a gritty rumble to his voice.
She swallowed hard, lifting her hands to touch him.
Isaiah gave a shake of his head and stepped back. He then lifted his balled-up fist and loosened it, allowing what he held to uncurl and dangle in front of her.
The silk tie from her robe.
Her pulse skittered.
“Hold out your wrists together in front of you.” The dominance embedded in his tone settled on her bones, seized her compliance, and steadied her mind even as it sent her hormones into meltdown.
She allowed everything else to fall away as she centered her world on him, them, this moment. As she followed his instruction, she saw a sheen of pride in his eyes.
“You can’t know how much it pleases me that you let go this way.” He knotted the tie around her wrists, securely binding them together but not so tight it hurt. “If that starts to get uncomfortable, I want to hear about it.”