Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19987 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
My brother’s gaze darted between his pack member and me, his eyes narrowing. “Maybe you’re having a difficult time believing Damon is your mate because he isn’t.”
“What the fuck did you just say?” Damon growled, leveling a glare at Tane as his brother moved quickly to grab his upper arms and hold him in place.
“Are you seriously asking your sister if she’s mistaking something else for the mating bond?” Calliope laughed and shook her head, moving across the room to stand next to Tane. “I know it’s been more than a decade, but you couldn’t possibly have forgotten what it felt like when we first met.”
Tane wrapped his arm around Calliope’s shoulders and pulled her close. “Of course not, baby. Every detail from when I walked into Kace’s house and found you sitting in his kitchen will be etched in my brain forever.”
She elbowed him in the side. “Then quit acting as though you really think your sister could be wrong about Damon being her mate when you know better.”
“Fine,” my brother huffed as his shoulders slumped.
I laughed at how easily Calliope could make Tane back down, which only made him grumble more. But my humor fled when Damon’s brother released his arms, allowing my fated mate to stalk across the room toward me. When he got close, I dragged his scent into my lungs, and the woodsy fragrance full of the power of his wolf went straight to my head. I was having a hard time concentrating when he pressed his finger under my chin to tilt my head back. “Your minute is up.”
That was all the warning I got before he bent low to toss me over his shoulder. As all of my blood rushed to my head, I gripped the waist of his jeans so I wouldn’t sway as much while he stomped through Tane and Calliope’s living room. As he carried me outside, his brother mumbled, “I guess I’ll find somewhere else to stay.”
By the time Damon tossed me onto the mattress in his bedroom, I was more than a little light-headed. Lifting my hand to my head, I murmured, “Whoa.”
“Are you okay?” He shifted my body until I was resting against the pillows, and then he dropped down next to me.
“I’m fine,” I assured him, stroking my palm down his bicep. “Just not used to hanging upside down like that.”
He rolled on top of me, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of my head to lift his body about an inch above mine. “You better not be. I’d have to kill anyone who dared to put their hands on you. You’re all mine.”
“Of course, I am.” I patted his chest before twining my arms around his neck. “We’re fated mates after all.”
“Damn straight, we are,” he agreed as he tugged my shirt over my head. After he tossed the material onto the floor, he kicked off his shoes and removed his shirt too. I was too distracted by the bunching of the muscles in his arms and the sight of his bare chest to pay much attention as he undid the button and zipper on my pants and slid them down my legs. Not until he did the same with his jeans, exposing his hard length to my gaze since he’d gone commando.
I trailed my fingertip along the vein running down his engorged shaft. “You’re huge.”
“Don’t worry. It’ll fit since you were built to take me,” he reminded me as he slid his hands under my back to undo the clasp on my bra and drag the straps down my arms.
His entire focus was on me, making me feel as though I was the only woman in the world. His smile sent heat swirling through my blood, and I pressed my thighs together in the hope that the pressure would curb my fierce need for him. It didn’t work. I suspected that nothing would except for the feel of his cock moving inside me. “Then that’s exactly what you should do. Take me and make me yours.”
“Oh, I’ll take you.” He kissed his way down my neck to my chest to flick his tongue over one of my nipples. “But make no mistake, you’re already mine.”
I didn’t argue, only letting out a whimper of need when he used his lips, tongue, and teeth to worship my breasts. By the time he moved lower, I was already close to the edge. My fingers dug into his scalp when his mouth clamped over my drenched core, and he plunged his tongue deep. I cried out and tried to lift my hips, but he pinned me down with his hands. He devoured me, eating my pussy as though he was dying for my taste. My breath was ragged, and my desperate cries filled the room. “Please. I’m so close.”