Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33298 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
She claws at the bedding, desperate for more. But in this position, she can only take what I give her and the knowledge gives me a rush of power. She’s at my mercy, forced to accept whatever my body does to her.
“You want to come?” I snap my hips. Her tits bounce with each brutal plunge, and the sight drives me higher. A tingling sensation builds at the base of my spine.
She makes a noise of frustration, barely able to find her words anymore.
I move my hand and circle her clit. It won’t be long before I come, but I need her to go first. She comes first in every area, especially when I’m breeding her precious cunt. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she cries out just as I pinch the swollen nub.
She explodes all over my cock, moisture gushing from her body and coating me. Fuckin’ love the sight of her come on me, of knowing I drove her that crazy. The orgasm that I’ve been fighting finally pulls me under, the pleasure stealing my breath away.
I flop on the bed next to her completely spent and pull her into my arms. I nuzzle her hair as I listen to her harsh breathing that matches my own. “I love you.”
“I love you, my alpha.” She giggles at the word then glances at me. A frown creases her beautiful face. “There’s so much we haven’t talked about. Like, where are we going to live?”
I smooth the frown with my thumb. “You’re my whole world. We’ll live wherever you want.”
“I’ve always been a beach girl, but the mountains grew on me. I could imagine settling there, writing my books, having kids…” Her voice trails off.
I already know she’s worried she said too much. “Never imagined myself being a dad, but that’s changed. Since meeting you, I keep thinking about seeing you grow round with my babies. I want daughters with their mother’s eyes.”
Her smile lights up her face. “I can’t wait to build a family with you.”
I press another kiss to her lips and my cock immediately hardens again. Dammit, I’m insatiable when it comes to this woman. I’m just about to suggest another quickie when there’s a knock on our hotel room door.
She springs away from me. “Send them away. I need a shower. I’m not getting married smelling like sweat and sex.”
I sniff her hair. “You smell pretty good to me.”
She shoves at my shoulder. “Go take care of them. I’ll meet you in there.”
17
BLADE
Three hours and one shower quickie later, I find myself in the back room of the chapel. The whole second floor of the hotel is a wedding chapel, complete with dressing areas for the happy couple.
I adjust the bowtie for Alvin. He keeps swatting it sideways. His brother, Simon, is much more relaxed about the little vest he’s wearing. I picked Simon up on my way to California. I couldn’t go and demand my girl marry me without all of our family being included, especially our four-legged babies.
“Hold still, Theo,” Rafe grumps. He’s trying to wrestle my little mangy mutt into a doggie tuxedo along with Roman. Yeah, I figured his days of wandering my back yard as a stray are done. He’s now proudly wearing a purple collar with his name on it, although the tuxedo is still a work-in-progress. Between Roman’s swollen hands and Rafe’s twisted arm thanks to cerebral palsy, it’s taking both of them working together.
“That’s Theodore,” I correct my friends. He’s already bonding with Alvin and Simon, and I think the three of them will be buddies soon.
Roman rolls his eyes and mutters something about me being whipped.
I ignore the comment, too excited about the possibility of marrying my girl today to care what anyone else thinks. As far as I’m concerned, this is the best day of my life. I’m getting to start my family with the most beautiful woman on earth.
Rafe’s phone rings and he pulls it out of his pocket to scowl at it again.
“Is that the fake princess?” Roman asks.
Some scammer keeps calling Rafe and insisting she’s a princess and needs to urgently speak to him. Not that he ever returns her messages.
He rolls his eyes and mutes the call.
“Block her number,” I tell him.
He smirks. “You’ve never heard her voice.”
I get it then. He likes the sound, that’s why he keeps letting her leave messages even though she’s obviously trying to run a con on him. Hell, it wouldn’t surprise me if he calls her back one day and lets her play the game just so he can listen to her speak.
“Done!” Roman pronounces and leans back on his haunches. He’s panting like he’s run a marathon but Theodore is now in his snazzy tuxedo. I’ve always thought dressing up animals for events was stupid, but I know it’ll make Gwen smile. That’s all the matters to me anymore, finding ways to make my woman happy.