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)
Our kiss turned urgent. His tongue delved and his hands gripped my butt, lifting me with ease. But my legs were trapped in my trousers. I couldn’t wrap them around his hips.
He spun me so I landed with hands and knees positioned on the dirt. He moved in behind me, slow like a predator, readying to take what was his.
Shivers washed across my body, feeling that heat. More warmth leaked through my chest.
A hot, rough hand grabbed my right hip. My breath sped up. Another hand, at my left hip. His fingers kneaded a little as a knee hit the inside of mine, wanting my legs wider. I complied, the anticipation killing me.
One of his hands disappeared only to have the head of his cock slide up my wet center. His growl sounded possessive as he pressed in, getting him all slick. The blunt tip paused at my opening.
My eyes fluttered closed as my head dropped. It felt like all my nerve endings were sparkling, alive for the first time in my life.
His hand slapped back down on my hip and he thrust.
Lights danced behind my eyes. A searing ache erupted in my core. He was big. Larger than I’d ever experienced, stretching me until I whined, panting with the effort of not wiggling away.
He held himself there. “Relax, baby,” he whispered, leaning over me, his chest to my back.
I did as he said, trying to give in to that ache. To release my tension.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice deep and intoxicating. One hand snaked around my body and his fingers touched down on my clit, massaging. “Get used to me. Relax.”
I relaxed further, working on steady breaths.
He started moving, his fingers working, drawing out slowly and pushing back in. The pain receded quickly until all that was left was a slow build of pleasure. I pushed back against his thrusts, feeling that knot against my opening. He lifted my body a little as he leaned, his front still to my back. He thrust faster, hitting me a little deeper. His knot pushed against me, wanting admittance but he held back. His lips pressed against the skin of my shoulder, his teeth just beyond.
I shivered violently, holding my breath. I knew what he was contemplating—to dig his teeth into the place where my neck met my shoulder and apply a special kind of magic. A claiming kind of magic, ruining me for any shifter not strong enough to override his claim with their own.
My body started to shake, knowing I should pull away. I needed to shrug him off. But I couldn’t seem to manage it, instead leaning harder, moaning with the onslaught, wanting his mark. Wanting his knot. His seed.
His movements turned frantic to match my own. His finger rubbed against me. His teeth scraped.
An orgasm tore me to pieces, making me scream out my pleasure. He yanked out of me a moment later, his breathing labored, his grunt of release meaning he hadn’t come inside of me. The pleasure was so intense I wilted down to the dirt as I continued to spasm with aftershocks.
Rough hands grabbed me and pulled me back, crushing my back to his front. His lips brushed my ear, his voice deep and firm.
“Run. Leave this place. It’s not safe for you here. Get out now, tonight. Don’t look back. Find your way to another village and disappear. This is the only warning you’ll get.”
And then he was gone, peeling his body from mine and drifting out into the night like a phantom, leaving me breathless, bare and disoriented.
Chapter 3
Weston
Fuck!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
What the fuck did I just do?
“You know what you just did,” my wolf said, pushed up near the surface.
I shook my head to block out the words as I hurried away from the path. When I was far enough, I stepped behind a tree, my back scratched by the rough bark. My body still shook with that sweet release. Everything about what just happened was incredibly intoxicating; her smell lingered on my flesh, her touch.
Fuck!
Why now? Why here? Why her?
She was the enemy. A monster, making products that tore families apart, whether because of addiction or death or poverty. She was trash. Worse than trash, she was a creature to eradicate. That’s exactly why I was here. To take her back to the dragon royalty to face her punishment, which would almost certainly be death. No one could wreak the sort of havoc she had and live to tell the tale. Not from the dragons.
I closed my eyes, breathing deeply.
I’d completely lost my head. My control had fled the very moment I’d caught her scent. My will had frayed the second I saw her beautiful face, looking sightlessly up at me. Long black hair framed her oval visage with high arching brows and exquisite hazel eyes, like a burst of sunshine between dense black lashes. Her lithe little body strained for me, her entire person eager to please. The feel of her skin, of her plump, heart-shaped lips as they wrapped around the head of my cock, weakened my knees.