Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18216 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 91(@200wpm)___ 73(@250wpm)___ 61(@300wpm)
The honeymoon suite.
This is where she’ll be ours. I know it’s got a bed. And that’s all we need.
We slam against the door, both of our mouths on her neck, our hands sliding down over her skin. My fingers push Roarke’s out the way, and when they slide down over the hot, slick, molten front of her lacy black panties, I growl as I feel just how fucking soaking wet her cunt is for this.
“Two men, baby girl.”
“Wait, I—”
“And the two of us are gonna—”
“I’m a virgin!”
She yells it, and we both freeze.
“I…” She’s panting, her cheeks red and her eyes wild as they dart between us.
“I’m a virgin.”
And slowly, I smile. I turn, and see Roarke doing the same thing. We start to chuckle, and she whimpers as we both turn back to her, hungry smiles on our faces.
“You thought that was going to stop us, baby girl?” I chuckle. When I suddenly move right into her, she moans, feeling my hard body pin her soft frame to the door.
“Well, since we’re sharing?”
I grin. “Roarke and me? We just checked out early from this place we were staying at up the street from here. Little spot called Tucker Prison?”
Her face pales, her jaw dropping.
“Oh God…” she whispers hoarsely.
“It’s been a long time without a woman,” Roarke groans. “So fucking long. And tonight we’re gonna show you just how long it’s been.”
She shrieks as we kick the door open and tumble inside.
4
Candice
With the masks on, it was terrifying. Because, well, they were two scary-looking werewolves. But once they come off, it’s almost scarier. The whole thing gets more real, like this isn’t make-believe.
They’re both hardened—younger, but with faces that have seen hard, rough times. Both have dark hair and dark scruff across chiseled jaws. Both are ripped—bodies build out of stone, and with those open, sleeveless shirts they’re wearing as part of the costumes, or maybe it’s just how they always dress, their hardened muscles lined with tattoos are right in front of me.
They both tower over me. They’re both strong as hell, and even if I want to hate myself for noticing it, both of them are gorgeous. Gorgeous in this roughened, dangerous way.
The only difference between them is that one’s got blue eyes, the other dark brown.
When we go crashing into the room, it’s Kelly I see first. Kelly with her jaw on the ground and her face pale, and white. She squeals as we come tumbling in, her eyes darting between the two hardened, rough men to either side of me, and then to me.
“Uh…”
The both of them tighten their jaws, glancing at each other and then her.
“What did you hear?” the one with the blue eyes says, growling the words roughly.
Kelly shakes her head, eying the only door to the room that we’re standing in front of.
“Nothing!” she squeaks. “I didn’t hear anything!”
God, it even sounds like a lie to me.
“Nothing?” the other growls dangerously.
“No! Nothing, I swear! I didn’t hear anything!”
They seem to ponder this a second.
“Get out,” the blue-eyed man finally grumbles.
“Wh-what?”
“Get out!” the second one roars.
Kelly shrieks, grabbing her bag and her phone and rushing past us, not even a second glance at me.
Thanks, sisterhood.
She runs like crazy down the hallway, and I turn to watch her, but they shut the door, locking it with a click.
“And now, Candice,” the dark-eyed one growls. “Now you’re ours.”
Candice.
They know my name. But it’s the last thing I can even think before suddenly, they’re on me. I cry out, both of them crashing into me. We go tumbling back into the door, my breath caught in my throat like a gulp I can’t swallow, my pulse thundering through me like a train off the tracks.
I’m terrified, but…something else too. Scared, horrified. But also, well, alive. I’m on fire in a way I’ve never felt before, my entire body shuddering not in fear, but in anticipation.
Sweet, sweet agonizing anticipation, and I tremble.
Hands slide over my body, touching me where no other man ever has. They push into me, their lips teasing closer, their breath hot on my bare neck as their hands grab at my waist.
Oh my God.
“Please…”
“Beg us angel,” one snarls. His lips find my neck, and when his teeth nip at me, biting my tender skin, I cry out.
“Just like that,” the other murmurs. “That get your tight little pussy nice and wet for us?”
“Please…”
“So fucking wet, isn’t it baby girl? That little pussy gets so fucking wet when he bites that neck.”
The man does it again, and I cry out.
“And when my hand touches you here…”
He grabs my hip tight, and I whimper. He tugs the top of my outfit up, exposing bare skin, and his fingers tease over it.
“Or here.”
His fingers trace over the edge of my skirt, right below my navel. My belly caves, my breath gasping.