Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
He thrusts into me, finding an orgasm-worthy rhythm–hard enough, fast enough. Rough enough.
I could go off any second, but I wait.
“Channing…Channing,” I chant.
Every time I say his name, he lets out a groan. Like it physically affects him to hear it.
“You need to come, Julia?” His voice is so deep, so animalistic, I can barely understand the words.
“Yes,” I sob. I’m desperate. But I also don’t want this to be over. It’s so good.
Everything I didn’t know I needed.
Channing pulls out, and I whimper with disappointment. He rolls me to my back.
I reach for him with my bound hands, but he pins them back down against the bed as he climbs over me.
“I wanna see your face when you come, Beautiful. But not until I say. Understand?”
“Yes.” No. I don’t understand, but I would say anything right now to get the release I need.
“Good girl.”
I would say anything for another good girl from Channing. I’m not the type of person to need approval, but every time he says it, a flame lights me, warms me from the inside.
Channing lifts my legs to put my ankles over his broad, muscular shoulders. He lines the head of his cock up with my entrance and thrusts in.
“Yes!” I cry out. The brief absence of having him inside me makes it all the more incredible and satisfying now. “Please, Channing.”
“Not yet, Jewels.” There’s command in his voice. It lights every nerve ending in my body. Seeps into my bones.
Claims me.
His voice claims me.
If this is what it feels like to be claimed by the timbre of his voice, what would it be like to be fully claimed by him?
But no, I’m not ready for that. It’s too much to contemplate.
My thoughts scramble away, loosened by the delicious weight of Channing’s hand pinning my wrists, of his hips snapping against mine. Of his big, glorious cock sliding in and out of me.
“More,” I plead, even though he’s already slapping into me hard and fast.
He pushes my legs back to my shoulders, so I’m in plow position, and he rises over me, bottoming out with each thrust now. “Love that yoga,” he growls. There’s no wink or flash of his dimples. He’s too far gone for that.
And I love seeing him this way. In the throes of passion. For me. Channing undone over me.
He slows down, rolls me to my side and pushes one knee up toward my chest, taking me in this position. The angle is delicious and so is the contact of Channing molded against my back, one powerful hand gripping the back of my thigh with bruising force.
Channing’s breath grows ragged. He thrusts with more force.
“Channing…”
“Say it again.” He’s panting. His words are ragged. Syllables broken.
“Channing.”
“One more time.”
“Channing.”
His thrusts are wild and rough. His cock is searing hot. “Come for me, Julia.” He shoves in and stays, bucking his hips against me as he violently releases.
I squeeze and grip his cock with my internal muscles. Shudder and shake with wave after wave of well-earned pleasure.
“Channing,” I murmur one more time as he gentles his thrusts, sliding his hand up to squeeze my breast as we work through the aftershocks together. Wring out every last quake and tremble.
Channing
I ease out and toss the condom in the trashcan near the bed then pull Julia into my arms.
I’m not a cuddler. I’m not a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type, either. I’m respectful. Give a woman what she needs. Charm the hell out of her before I leave.
But holding Julia after sex is a fucking honor.
A life purpose.
More than I deserve. Everything I crave.
Not marking her during sex was a fucking torment, but I kept my jaw locked. Kept my fangs from scoring her delicate human flesh.
She’s not mine to claim.
In my mind, and I’m sure, in hers, she still belongs to Geoffrey. Knowing that, I can’t get over the guilt and inadequacy wanting to claim her evokes in me.
Still, I can give her pleasure. I can ease her burden while I’m here. Give Geo the guidance he needs.
I won’t stay away so long again. Hell, I could make the drive to Flagstaff from Taos every week if she wanted me to. But pushing in on Geoffrey’s territory–marking her as my own–that wouldn’t be right.
More than that–I’m sure it wouldn’t be welcome.
She’s only just barely forgiving me for fucking up as an uncle.
“This feels so strange,” she murmurs, her lips soft against my chest.
“I know,” I say. I gather from her confession that it has been a long time, that she hasn’t been with anyone since Geoffrey.
Part of me feels like an asshole for intruding on that loyalty. But she deserves pleasure. She deserves a male to lean on. Partnership. Even if it doesn’t come in as honorable and worthy a package as Geoffrey.
I’m not even going to say I’m the next best thing because I’m a far cry from Geoffrey. Every male in my pack is probably more worthy of a female like Julia than I am. But I’m the guy who’s here. The one who would kill or die for her.