Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
She’s still coming when I finish, her eyes rolled back, her chin jutting up toward the ceiling, those gorgeous breasts lifted and spread. As I look down at her I know with all certainty that having Lauren Sterling isn’t some itch I can scratch and get over.
Deny it all I want, but this girl is my destiny. And now that I’ve had her, nothing will ever be the same.
Lauren
I’m officially alive. Not just alive–flying. It’s like Abe just put the shock paddles to my chest and brought me back from the dead.
When my eyes flutter open, I find Abe staring down at me with an intensity that brings on another mini-orgasm.
He’s just watching like I’m the most fascinating thing on Earth. I’m used to attention, but not from Abe. He comes off as all about himself. But then, that might just be part of his alpha persona–the one he wears at school. He’s actually shown himself to be considerate on more than one occasion.
He lowers his mouth to mine again, slowly pumping into me, wringing out more little squeezes and ripples of pleasure. His kiss is attentive this time. Where before he was feral, now he’s suave. He licks into my lips, then backs away, then approaches again.
“Are you okay? Was I too rough?” he asks, still moving slowly inside me.
I can barely think. I’m not sure I’m verbal yet. Does he expect a real answer?
“M’good,” I manage to say. “So good.”
He pulls back a little more to see my face and gives me the most beautiful boyish grin. “Yeah?”
My lids droop with the continued pleasure he’s giving me. “Don’t get cocky.”
“Cocky is my middle name.”
“I’ve noticed.” I reach up, wanting to touch him back. My wrists are still bound with duct tape, but I trace my fingertips over his lips.
He nips at them, sucking one into his mouth, then releasing it.
“It’s an alpha wolf thing, right? The swagger?”
Abe blinks, and for a moment, I see a crack in his facade–like something about my question momentarily pained him.
“What is it?” My voice is soft, not like the usual challenges I hurl at him.
“Eh.” He pulls out, and I’m instantly sorry I asked. Sorry I pushed on his sore spot. I already miss the connection of our bodies. Our souls. He climbs off the bed and disposes of the condom then returns with a glass of water. He lifts under my shoulders to hold me up to drink.
I’m not used to intimacy like this. Being helpless to Abe, but also being under his protection is a flavor I’ve never experienced before. I love how easily he lifts and positions me, how he takes ownership of my pleasure.
I drink the water down, thirstier than I knew, studying Abe as I do.
“Heavy is the crown that rules Wolf Ridge High?” I ask when he takes the glass away.
One corner of his lips lifts in a wry grin. “I guess. To be honest, there’s absolutely no pleasure in it.”
“Then why maintain it? What’s the reward? Kids doing your work and sucking up to you but not actually liking you?” Abe’s expression shutters, and I realize I’m biting too hard. I reach out and grab his forearm with my bound hands. “I’m sorry. That was mean. I really do want to know. Because I feel like that’s not the real you.”
Longing pierces Abe’s gaze. He stares at me like I’m offering something he can’t have. The air between us charges. I hold my breath, waiting for…whatever Abe’s inner struggle is.
But he seems to shake himself then drops his gaze to my hands. In one deft rip, he busts through the layers of tape to free my wrists. “Who do you think the real me is?” There’s a bitterness to his tone that twists like a blade in my belly.
It feels vulnerable when most of our interactions have been snarking at each other, but I say, “This. Right now.”
Some kind of shock visibly runs through Abe’s body–a shudder of recognition? Instead of speaking, he reaches for my face, cradling it as he kisses the hell out of me.
I moan against his lips, hot tears suddenly burning the backs of my eyes. I have no idea what they mean.
Who they’re for.
For Abe? The lost and lonely alpha wolf? Or for me? The girl who couldn’t cry?
No…it’s more about the beauty of the moment. Finding someone to share the broken pieces of our lives.
When he breaks the kiss, a tear spills from one of my eyes. Abe sucks in a breath, bringing the pad of his thumb to my cheek to catch it. “Did I make you feel again?” His voice sounds rusty.
I nod. “Yeah,” I whisper.
“This is the real me.” He sprawls his long form beside mine and wraps his arm around my waist, drawing me against his heated skin.