Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes, shoving him backward, hating him so hard but utterly lost to the feel of him. His hot mouth replaced his hand on my breast, sucking in its peak. His legs hit the edge of the cot and he turned, pushing me down before him and then quickly spreading my thighs with his big body.
He reached down and hooked a forearm under my knee, hoisting it up. He threaded the other hand into my hair, his kiss deep and sensual.
I wrapped an arm over his shoulder, my nails digging into his back as the other hand reached between us, finding his length and running it up and down my slickness. His growl of pleasure sent me over the edge and I thrust up, lifting into the air. His tip crested my opening and then he slammed down, filling me in one glorious, hate-filled slide. I didn’t care; I needed this. I could have regrets after I’d climaxed.
He pounded me, hard and fast. I went to pull my hand from between us but he stopped me by grabbing my elbow. He broke our kiss so that he could put his lips near my ear, his voice raspy, our bodies colliding with a wet smack.
“You’re going to help yourself come all over my cock, Little Wolf,” he said, his movements changing. He lifted up a little, his hips still swinging but giving me a little space to work. He shoved my elbow again, pushing my hand down, my fingers gliding against myself and sending me shivers of pleasure. “That’s right,” he cooed, looking down on me now, watching me enjoy the sensations. “Good girl. Work that little pussy while I shove in deep.”
I should’ve been livid with the nickname and the praise, but fuck me if it didn’t curl through my body in delicious shivers.
He did as he said, swinging his hips and then grinding into me. I felt the bulge in his cock grow, slipping easily in and out for now. It grew bigger, though, starting to catch. Butterflies filled my stomach and my body answered, pushing up to him. Helping him work it in. The liquid magma poured down my middle. Lights danced behind my eyes. My nerves were on overload, craving this, craving the slick slide of our bodies crashing into each other.
“I’m going to fuck this knot into you,” he whispered softly, propped on an elbow now with that hand wrapped around my shoulders. His other hand was at my hip, holding me in place while he strove deeper. “I’m going to lodge it in, good and tight, and you’re going to stew in anger as you come on me, over and over and over again. Tomorrow you’re going to hate me as you leak my cum all down your thighs and shiver with the memory of how it got there. I can fight dirty, too. The next time you decide to knee me in the balls, you’ll remember this moment.”
My eyes snapped open with his dark chuckle, anger rolling through me. It was too late, though. Even if I hadn’t been too far gone, desperate to get him closer, needing his release, his knot was already trapped inside of me. It kept expanding until now it was getting uncomfortable. Then it was painful, a hard ache, stealing my breath.
I whined, my legs uncoiling from him, trying to push him away now.
“Work that clit, baby.” Despite his intentions, his voice became oh so soft. His arms came around me, holding me tightly. “Work that clit and relax for me. You need to relax or it’ll be pain the whole time. Let your body adjust to me.”
I held onto his neck with one hand, my face tight against the other side, my fingers working myself. He held totally still, allowing me time to adjust, filling me in a way no one else ever had. The size of the knot must grow with the power of the wolf, because I’d never experienced one I couldn’t get away from with a little effort. And certainly not one that I’d needed coaching to endure.
“That’s right,” he cooed, the pain easing into merely being uncomfortable again, my ministrations helping. “Keep going. That’s my good girl. Almost there.”
I pulled back from his neck and found his lips, thankful for once that he had this weird effect on me. He moaned, and while he might pretend this was some sort of payback, he was just as wrapped up in this feeling as I was. His control was equally nonexistent.
The uncomfortable feeling gradually fell away and as it did, the pleasure started to build again. I moved a little, gasping with the drum beat of decadent sensation that vibrated up my middle. His slow smile was dazzling, intimate, and then he was rolling his hips in a way that enhanced the feeling. I closed my eyes and bowed my head a little, working myself, feeling his movement.