Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
His pheromones—all male, all wolf—infuse me as he empties into me, releasing.
The trace of blood trickles along my tongue and down my throat as I pulse around his cock, our climaxes in perfect harmony.
We lie together, our bodies joined, for a few timeless moments, until he pulls out and rolls to his side with a low groan.
“Damn, princess.”
My breath comes in rapid puffs. “Damn,” I echo.
Silence shrouds us then—silence that doesn’t seem odd at all. Almost as if we know each other, have been together forever and are completely comfortable in the afterglow.
Within a few more minutes, I lose consciousness.
“WAKE UP, PRINCESS.”
I stir, lost in the haze of slumber.
“Wake up,” the low voice says again.
“Mmm.” I stretch, my eyes still closed. “Don’t want to.”
“Wake up, or I’m going to dive between your legs and lick your pussy until you do.”
I smile, still not opening my eyes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
“It’s both. I’m eating you either way. The only question is whether you want to be conscious for it.”
My eyes pop open.
He hovers above me, his green eyes wide and full of fire, his lush hair in disarray around his shoulders.
“It must be a sin for someone to look so good in the morning,” I say, fingering a strand of his black hair.
“You look pretty damned hot yourself, princess. Now spread those long legs.”
He slides downward, kissing me along the way. My breasts are round, my nipples hard. He hasn’t paid any attention to them, something we definitely need to rectify. For now, though, I want his tongue between my legs.
He promised. Or threatened. Who cares?
He nestles between my legs and inhales. “God, your scent. Drives me insane. Tell me, princess. Do you taste as delicious as you smell?”
“One way to find out.” I grip the covers, anticipating.
Waiting.
Still, he stares at my pussy, inhaling. “Beautiful,” he breathes.
“I’m glad you find my pussy attractive, Rogan, but could you…? Please…?”
“I’m savoring you, princess. I only get to taste you for the first time once. I want to make sure it’s perfect.”
His words make me shudder.
We’ve already fucked, but there’s so much we have yet to do. I want to glide my lips and tongue all over his magnificent body, taste his cock, suck on his nipples, run my fingers over his hard thighs, his corded forearms.
Slide my hand into his and entwine our fingers together.
Damn.
I’m falling hard and fast, and I still don’t even know the guy. I came here to seduce him and get information about a murder, not to fall in love with him.
“Rogan,” I whisper.
“In good time, princess.”
I open my eyes. “No, I mean…” I can’t force the words out.
I don’t want to force the words out.
We need to stop.
Stop.
I open my mouth once more, but—
“Damn!” I bite my lower lip.
Rogan is licking my clit, tonguing my slick folds, nibbling and biting, sucking and eating.
And oh my God, I’m in heaven.
In heaven floating on a cloud.
“Damn,” he says against my flesh. “You taste like apple pie. Fucking apple pie, princess.”
“You like apple pie?” I grind out.
“It’s my favorite dessert,” he growls. “Second favorite now.” He dives back in.
I trail my fingers to my breasts and cup them. I find my hard nipples and pinch first one, and then the other. Sparks surge through me, from my nipples down to my pussy.
Rogan still licks me, probes me, sucking on my clit until I’m almost ready to burst and then moving down to my channel, pulling my labia between his teeth, all the while his omnipresent growl hums in the air. Hums in my body.
He brings me to the peak again and again, nibbling on my clit until I’m ready to burst and then going back to probing my pussy.
“And you called me a cock tease?” I grit out, grabbing his head.
He chuckles against my flesh.
Yeah, he knows what he’s doing. And he’s damned good at it.
He continues his passionate torture, until finally he lifts his head and grins. “I guess I’ve made you suffer enough.” He sucks hard on my clit and thrust two fingers inside me.
And I erupt like a fucking monster volcano.
Electric shards burst out my fingertips and then hurl themselves back in, culminating in my pussy.
“That’s it, princess. Come all over my face.” He laps at my clit again and again.
If possible, this orgasm is even better than last night’s, when I was fortified with his blood. How can this be?
The thought is fleeting, though, as emotion bubbles through me. Elation. Intoxication.
Addiction.
Fucking addiction.
Now that I’ve felt this, can I live without it?
He’ll jump through all kinds of hoops to get to you.
Fuck.
Climax killer.
Mental note: Don’t think of your father in the middle of an orgasm.
I free fall back to the bed, Rogan still working between my legs. Finally he crawls upward, his stubbled chin glistening, and shoves his cock inside me.