Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116535 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
So much anger and pain lived and breathed within the beast—even bitterness at how powerless he’d often been to protect Camden. Right then, all that emotion bled into Camden, fucking with his own emotions, making the pressure in his chest expand until it hurt.
It was all too much, too fast, too hot. He felt like he might explode.
Aspen stirred beside him, and her soft hand rested on his chest. “You okay?”
He inhaled deeply, dragging her scent into his lungs, needing it to center him. “Yeah,” he managed to croak out.
“Shitty dream?”
He only nodded.
She pressed a kiss to his chest. Then another. And another. And another. Her hand swept down his body and curled around his cock.
He squeezed his eyes shut. “Not right now. My cat is raging, and I can feel his anger like it’s my own.”
Left with the lingering sensation of powerlessness, the beast wanted to exert control over his world—including her. Particularly her, because she wasn’t tied to him enough for the tiger’s liking. And so he battered at Camden’s defenses, imposing his needs and fury on the man, trying to drive him to act on what the cat wanted.
Camden let out a shaky breath. “I don’t want to take his anger out on you.”
“You wouldn’t hurt me. Well, not in a way I wouldn’t like.” She began to pump his cock, her grip firm and sure.
He ground his teeth. “Aspen …” He only had so much control. Right then, it was precarious at best.
“Let me distract you.”
Fuck it. He roughly snatched a handful of her hair, wrenching a hiss out of her, and dragged her face to his. He took her mouth with a brutal, wild, unrestrained hunger. He let her overwhelm his senses and used her to push away the past.
Aspen’s breath caught as he abruptly rolled her onto her back. She expected him to plunge inside her without any preamble and pound into her pussy until his head went quiet and his orgasm took him. Instead, he slid down her body and settled between her thighs. Then his mouth was on her.
Sweet Mary and Joseph.
He wasn’t gentle or sensual or teasing. He was fucking demanding. Greedy. Entitled. His hands gripped her thighs tight, holding her still as his tongue licked and stabbed.
He didn’t want a simple release to burn out his cat’s anger, she realized. Camden wanted to take. Rule. Dominate. He needed to be in control for just a little while. She could give him that.
Thanks to his very skilled, wicked tongue, it wasn’t long before she came. He didn’t stop. He pushed her hard and fast into another orgasm. Then he tried doing it a third time.
She flinched, too sensitive. He had to know it, but he didn’t stop. He kept feasting on her pussy purely because he felt like it. “I can’t come again like this.”
His eyes snapped to hers, glittering with heat. “I know.” And still, he didn’t stop. Just kept licking and probing and driving her insane.
“Camden—”
He sank his teeth into her inner thigh, shocking a curse out of her, and then finally eased back. “Now turn around. I want you on your hands and knees. That’s it, just like that.”
Needing to be in her so bad he almost shook with it, Camden kneeled behind her and lodged the head of his cock in her entrance. “Remember one thing,” he growled. “I’ll ring as many orgasms out of you as I like. This pussy is mine, not yours. If I want to make it come, I’ll make it come.”
He slammed home. A coldly brutal thrust that buried every inch of his dick in her pussy despite how swollen she was from her orgasms.
As she hissed out a pained breath, Camden curved his body over hers and put his mouth to her ear. “Easy, you’re good.” He held his finger to her lips. “Suck.”
She slid him a quick glance and did as asked. Feeling her mouth suck on his finger made him remember just how good those lips felt around his dick.
“That’s it, good.” He withdrew his finger and straightened. When he probed the bud of her ass with that same finger, she jerked against him. “Shh, you like this. You know you do.” He slipped the tip of his finger inside. “Now, slowly fuck yourself on my cock; work my finger into your ass. That’s my girl.”
She hissed again. “Burns.”
“I know. But this ass needs to get used to having something inside it.”
“I never said you could fuck my ass.”
“I don’t need permission to take what’s mine.” For as long as he had her in his bed, that was exactly what she was—his and only his.
There was nothing easy about holding onto his control when watching both his finger and his cock disappear into her body over and over. Especially when those feverish little moans of hers rang in the air, sharp with desperation and raw need. So it wasn’t long before he had to call a halt to the slow fuck.