Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
I closed my eyes, in ecstasy. “I need you inside me. I need you to fill me up, over and over. Put a baby in me, Weston.”
His arms came around me, bands of steel keeping me put while he sucked on the skin of my neck. His teeth scraped the spot as one of his hands dipped under my fabric, his touch gliding to the crotchless part of my panties. Two fingers ran against my bare, sopping core.
He sucked a breath in through his teeth, probably because he’d expected there to be fabric and instead been presented with my arousal. “Fuck—”
His control shattered. He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, marching me back to the bedroom. Once there, he dropped me to my feet and ripped the nightgown from my body; silk tore and then pooled on the floor. His lips crashed down onto mine, and he plunged his fingers inside me, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled, sounding almost pained. “You want this so bad.”
“Yes, Weston, please,” I begged as his fingers worked, making me whimper.
“I’m going to pound my cock deep inside of you, baby.” He pushed me onto the bed, covering my body with his. “I’m going to pump you full of cum and knot you for hours to make sure it takes hold.” He rubbed the head of his cock through my wetness before thrusting, letting out a groan, long and low, matching my moan. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
He wasted no time in starting to move.
I strained up to him, feeling utterly bared.
“Oh fuck, Weston, please.” I groaned, lost in the primal desire of it, struggling to get him deeper, gyrating against his thrusts, loving the wet smack of our bodies joining. “Yesss . . .”
His movements turned rough. His skin slapped against mine. I reached between us to massage where I needed it most. I rocked up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He kissed me as he cupped my breast and rolled his thumb over my nipple. I moaned into his kiss, rocking a little faster now, my pleasure building quickly.
He groaned as we worked to get closer. I held the side of his neck with one hand and bit into his skin with the other, marking him deeply.
“Yes, baby,” he hissed, thrusting faster. “Show everyone what’s yours.”
The bed bumped repeatedly against the wall. I called out his name over and over as I rocked, gripping his body with my legs. He slammed down into me, his kisses deep, his cock deeper. I felt the base enlarge, butting against me, seeking admittance. Fuck, I wanted it bad. I wanted it seated for hours, nothing between us.
I resisted, though, playing at defiant again, making him chase it. I wiggled, trying to slide away, pulling back right as he tried to shove in.
His growl was carnal. He slid an arm around my shoulders and grabbed my waist with the other, holding me still while ramming into me. I struggled against him, making him tighten his hold even more, compelling him to overpower me. His thrusts were wild and deep as he forced that knot into me, grinding it there, biting down on my neck.
“Take it,” he commanded, thrusting harder. “Take your alpha’s knot. I’m going to breed you hard and make sure it sticks.”
I whimpered at the onslaught. I clutched him tightly, lost in his body. In his movements. In the dream of what we were doing.
He pulled up so that he could look down at my lips, then into my eyes. “I love you, Aurelia.”
He kissed me, his tongue delving deep before he lowered his body again, skin to skin, pounding hard. I still clutched him as I tightened up. I was almost there. His teeth scraped my flesh, and then I exploded, pleasure coursing through me. He groaned long and low as he shuddered, finishing inside me.
A surge of joy lit me up as I hugged him harder. A tear escaped from my eye.
He pulled back again, breathing heavily, looking down on my face.
“I love you too,” I told him, stroking his cheek. “Thank you. Even if nothing comes of it, the act of trying is . . . more than I ever dared hope for. Thank you for making so many of my dreams come true.”
He kissed my lips tenderly. “From now on, this stays inside of you.” He pumped his cock, and I heard the wet sounds his release made as he moved. “If it leaks out of that pretty little pussy, I’m going to shove it back in with my fingers, tongue or cock, depending on how I feel.”
I shivered, my pleasure starting to build again.
“This pussy is mine,” he growled, pumping inside me again, the friction delicious. “You are going to stay full, do you hear me? When you need a top-up, you come and see me. Are we clear?”