Primal – Heathens Hollow Read Online Alta Hensley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 81767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
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His bold claim makes my stomach flip. I should refute. I should kick and scream and tell him he’s wrong. But the truth is: he’s not. Braken Frost owns me in heart and body. His ring is on my finger, and his dick has tainted me for the rest of my life.

So, fuck it.

I reach out for his shirt and tug him back to where he belongs. I wipe away his smirk with a hard press of our lips. The fire between us ignites again, even stronger than before. He’s as desperate as I am, as we tear at each other’s clothes, pawing at buttons and ties to get as close as possible. His tongue pushes into my mouth and wrestles with mine, swift fingers already inside his shorts and cupping my pussy.

It’s only been a day since he took me at his hotel, but my body already sings for him. My hips jerk into his touch, my head falling back as he kisses down my throat. He laps at the marks he made last night, still bruised blue and red against my skin, before making more to join them. His fingers push into my panties, and I moan as soon as he starts running them along my wet folds.

“God, you’ve ruined me,” I whine, hurrying to finish unbuttoning his shirt.

“There’s no running back to little Marco now.” He laughs against my skin.

The mention of Marco makes me sigh and sober up fast. “You have to bring him up now?”

He pushes his finger into me, drawing a moan from my swollen lips. “All I’m saying,” he teases, just as his fingers tease me with a slow rhythm, “is that you won’t be crawling back to his dick.”

“I’ve never been with Marco,” I inform. “At least not to that extreme.”

He freezes, studies my face, and then smiles in what I can only assume is relief or satisfaction. “I don’t know why I assumed you had.”

“And I won’t be crawling back to any dick,” I add with a huff, throwing open his shirt. God, how is he so fucking sexy? This is my first time seeing him shirtless, but I hope to God it’s not the last. His abs ripple when I drag my nails over them, the sprawling tattoos on his arms covering his pecs and his sides. I stare at the heave of his chest when I mutter, “Unless you really plan on sharing me like you and your little buddies have suggested.”

Braken immediately stops. I whine for more friction, but he rips his finger from me and holds my hips down against the side table.

“Careful, Fiora. You don’t want to open that door unless you’re ready to walk through it.”

I scrunch my nose in confusion at the warning on his face. “You all have made it sound like I don’t have a choice in the matter. Or is it all for show? All talk?”

“Things between the three of us have always been… fun. No rules. No restrictions. No boundaries, or at least not unless we set them.” Braken steps back and runs a hand through his messy hair. “You coming into the picture complicates things. I’m not going to deny that.”

“Do you want it to be the four of us, or the two of us?”

“It sounds so simple when you ask it like that,” Braken says, his eyes locked with mine. I get the feeling he’s trying to read me, see if it’s possible to get into my head. “But we both know nothing is simple in our lives right now.”

“Just because our fathers control who we marry, and even a big portion of our lives,” I begin, “doesn’t mean they can control who we fuck. I say that is up to you and me.”

Braken squints at me in thought before he huffs out a laugh. I want to ask why he’s laughing, but his hands are on me again, jerking down his shorts and my panties in one tug. I lift my hips so he can fling them elsewhere, sitting before him in my oversized university sweater with my bare pussy on display.

“If I would have known this was truly an option for you,” he begins, forcing my legs further open so he can settle in between. “I would have added them to the mix a long time ago.”

Braken lowers himself down to his knees, keeping my legs apart with a strong grip on my inner thighs. My breathing picks up when his breath hits my folds. “I would have worshiped this pussy all last night, and then had them do the same when I had my fill.”

He drags his tongue up my folds and makes me whine. When he pulls away, I try to buck my hips for more, but he holds me down. I’m under his control now, and he’s going to make sure I remember.


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