Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 467(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
“You want to be out there tracking them,” Koen sensed.
“Part of me does, but the rest of me wants to stay with her. Besides, I don’t think I’d be much good out there. I’d only keep wondering if she was all right; if they’d come back for her. I wouldn’t be able to focus well.” He stopped talking as his mother and mate approached.
Andaya gave him her prettiest smile—the one she always tossed his way when she wanted something. “I was just saying to Quinley that, if you don’t already have plans, you should join me and your father for Christmas dinner.”
“You also said we should do it even if we did already have plans,” said Quinley, her lips quirking.
“Well, it makes sense,” Andaya told her. “Your sisters and their families would be welcome, too.”
“Thanks, but I doubt they’d come. My old pride throws a feast and has music and dancing—it’s wildly popular among the unranked. The ranked members have a separate celebration that’s more prim and proper, of course.” Quinley rolled her eyes. “I’ve never envied them that. Sounds boring.”
“The whole ranked and unranked business is just galling and wrong,” stated Andaya. “At least you’re away from all that now. You two will come to dinner, won’t you?”
Isaiah sighed. “Stop pressuring her, Mom.”
“Stop leaving me hanging, boy.”
Quinley gave him a “I’m up for it if you are” look.
In that case … “We’ll be there.”
Andaya predictably beamed in a triumphant delight.
Once his parents were gone, Quinley said to him, “Your mom’s pretty bossy, but she’s so sweet about it that I could never call her on it. It’s sneaky in a way I admire.”
“You sure you don’t mind us eating at their table Christmas day?” Isaiah asked her.
“Positive.”
“All right.”
She put a hand to her belly, grimacing. “All this talk about dinner has made me hungry.”
Typical. “When are you not hungry?”
“Rarely. But you don’t get to complain—I warned you before you claimed me that my appetite rivals that of a wolverine. You knew what you were getting into.”
“I thought you were exaggerating.”
“Little late to whine about it now. I own your ass.”
A smile pulled at his mouth. “Yeah, you really do.” And he found himself completely fine with it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A nick of fire blazed along her inner walls, piercing Quinley’s sleep and snapping her awake … just as Isaiah’s cock bumped her cervix.
A shocked gasp burst out of her, and her cat woke up with a start.
Above her, he groaned deep in his throat, so much grit in the sound. His thick shaft pulsed against her inner walls, stretching her until it stung.
Her lips parted, Quinley planted her palms on his back, blinking hard. It was only then she realized he’d shoved up her tee, baring her breasts. Her sleepy cat rumbled a pleased growl, liking that he would take what he wanted in such a way.
Male possession stamped all over his face, Isaiah pitched his hips a little further forward, forcing his cock even deeper. “You can go back to sleep, baby,” he said, his voice low and molten and laced with raw dominance. “Just need to fuck you.”
Oh, like she’d ever manage—or want—to sleep through that.
He pulled back in a slow retreat, rasping his shaft over supersensitive nerve-endings. Then he rammed deep. Again and again he did it—pulled back slow, drove in hard, went balls-deep.
Keeping her legs curled tight around him, Quinley clung to his back. His weight, his heat, the ripple of his muscles, the pressure of such fulness … it all swept her away and rendered her cat a puddle of seduced mush. “Isaiah.”
He took Quinley’s mouth, the kiss reeking of so much sensual finesse it made her toes curl. One lower arm braced on the mattress beside her head, he explored all he could reach of her with his free hand—stroking up her side, plumping her breast, pinching her nipple, giving her throat a little squeeze, diving his fingers into her hair.
His touch inflamed her every nerve-ending and treated her to a hormonal cocktail that made her head go fuzzy. The warm and lazy air ebbed as his thrusts became harder, but he didn’t speed up, leaving her approaching orgasm just out of reach.
A growl poured down her throat just as a thread of greed wove itself into the kiss, ramping it up. He hungrily ate at her mouth like he’d never tasted anything better. The kiss—so hot and deep and urgent—was pure sex magic.
He tore his mouth free. “Before you go to work in the morning, you’re going to suck me off. I want my come in your belly while you’re walking around all day.”
She whimpered. “Faster.”
“Give me your throat.”
Isaiah’s balls tightened as she tipped her head to the side without hesitation. Just the same, a pleased growl came from his cat. That immediate surrender, that demonstration of trust, didn’t just shoot to Isaiah’s cock, it stabbed right into his chest in the best way. The high that her submission gave him wasn’t merely sexual anymore, it warmed his insides.