Series: Star Moon Pack Series by J.L. Beck
Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
While her body is forced to adjust, her eyes light with the desire I can feel, like a wildfire blazing through the woods.
When I’ve secured her hands, I move one of mine to her throat, squeezing gently while I pull her earlobe between my teeth, biting down until I feel her press against me even more. Silently begging for what only I’ll be able to give her.
“From being denied relief by their mate. Left hanging on the edge of an orgasm for all eternity. Nothing but their mate will satisfy them. Left so they could fuck themselves to death without ever finding the peace of a real orgasm.”
Her eyes narrow, but I can feel her swallowing the tremor in her body, and she smiles viciously at me, even though she has none of the power. “Are those the sort of bedtime stories they tell in your pack?” Her light giggle is a complete contradiction to the current situation.
She should be feeling afraid, tasting the danger and aggression in the air.
Instead, she’s laughing.
“Laugh all you want.” But she’s not laughing, not when I drive myself against her again, grinding my dick into her waiting heat through the layers of our clothes. Promising so much but delivering nothing while her arousal intensifies until I could drown in her scent. “You won’t be laughing when I leave you begging for release.”
The smile is back, her only defense against my onslaught. “I’ll never beg you.”
“Maybe it’d be better not to push me right now by shooting off that pretty mouth of yours. I’m already struggling to decide if I’m going to take you or drive a knife into your heart.” I trace her lips with my thumb, drawing a moan from between them while I squeeze her throat just enough to cut off her oxygen supply. “Especially since there are so many better things you could do with it. On your knees, arms tied behind your back as you drain my cock and swallow every drop before I fuck you into oblivion.”
Without warning, I let her go and step back, leaving space between us.
She blinks, a dismayed moan stuck in her throat. “What—why—?” she pants, caught up in disappointment and confusion. Exactly the way I knew she would be.
“Keep telling yourself you have even a scrap of control over what’s happening, little liar.” I slide a finger down her cheek and over the pulse in her neck before taking hold of her hip. “Pretend all you want. Your wolf knows the truth, and so do I.”
With a growl, I pull down her leggings before I can do something stupid like kiss her pouting lips. She’s too surprised to cry out, or she doesn’t want to, knowing it would draw her father to her side. Of course, I wouldn’t mind daddy walking out and seeing his precious little girl’s pussy being devoured by the big bad wolf.
Before she can react, I do what my wolf’s been demanding since I caught the scent of her arousal.
She gasps when I shove my face into her pussy and drive my tongue into her center.
She’s so wet that her juices coat my tongue as my teeth graze her clit. She explodes across my tastebuds, her musky flavor imprinting itself on my brain.
Fuck. What am I doing?
Toying with her, obviously. Showing her what my mark on her skin means I can do. Teaching her that I’m the only one with the power in this situation.
I sink my tongue deeper, nipping at her clit before treating it to long, slow laps with my flattened tongue. My hands squeeze her hips as she inadvertently pulls back while leaning against the wall.
“What are you… you can’t…” I would tell her to shut up, but I’m too busy using my tongue on her in other ways, driving it deep into her cunt, fucking her with it. While her scent invades all of me, wrapping around my wolf in a haze of desperation and need, I inhale as deep as I can, sucking that sweet smell into my lungs to feed the hunger my wolf is howling against.
She can’t pretend she doesn’t want this, not with me. Not when my wolf hears and feels everything hers is doing, not when instead of batting me away with her hands, she takes the back of my head and sinks her fingers into my hair, pulling me impossibly closer. I might not be willing to claim her the way my wolf demands, but this will do. Laying claim to her body is just as good as laying claim to her soul.
And when I do this, when I run my tongue through her folds, when she bears down on me, spreading her thighs even as she whimpers with the onslaught of pleasure, I don’t want to kill her.
At least not yet.