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)
“Abe.” Her hand cradles the side of my face, and the pain immediately dissipates. “Can you see?”
I blink and nod. “I see you. Always you.”
She rocks over me, slowly now. Undulating like a belly dancer.
I watch, transfixed. She squeezes her own breasts, rolls her hips. Then she finds a rhythm she likes. A place where the head of my cock rolls over an inner ridge inside her. She rubs faster. Braces her hands on my shoulders to go at it. I help, urging her hips forward with my hands on her ass.
Her internal muscles squeeze around my cock. Her inner thighs shake against my hips. She cries out–no, screams–as she comes. She holds still, squeezing and releasing around my cock. Then rocks a little and comes some more.
I wet the pad of my thumb with my tongue and bring it to her clit. When I rub, she screams again, bucking and squeezing in a complete loss of control.
The moment she’s done, I throw her to her back and pound into her. My canines are long, but I keep my mouth closed, keep my torso upright, so I won’t lean over and sink my teeth into her flesh to forever mark her.
I slam into her, harder than I should. I have to hold her shoulder to keep her head from smashing into the headboard. She whines and mewls beneath me. It’s too much–I know it is–but I can’t dial back my aggression. Can’t slow down.
Only Lauren could stop me now, and she’s as far in the throes as I am.
I close my eyes as lightning streaks across my vision.
“Fuck…yes!” I shout. The pain in my head intensifies, but I don’t care. I come. I come, and I come inside her right before I black out entirely.
Lauren
Abe’s eyelids flicker when he comes, and then–suddenly–he’s on top of me, his heavy body covering mine like one of those weighted blankets.
I panic at first, trying to push 200 plus pounds of solid muscle off, so I can see his face and make sure he’s okay.
I can’t budge him from me at all, but I feel the movement of his breath against my chest.
“Abe?” I force myself to remain calm and lightly stroke the back of his neck with my fingertips.
He jerks and shakes himself, as if startled awake, and pushes up on his hands, easing out of me. “Oh fuck, Lauren, are you all right?”
I let out a relieved laugh. “Me?”
“What happened?” Abe looks shaken. “I didn’t bite you, did I?”
“Bite me?” Now that he says it, I remember thinking his teeth looked particularly wolf-like when he came. Not creepy, like that vampire’s, but very canine-like. “No. Why would you bite me?”
He shakes his head.
Outside, in the distance, a wolf howls. Then others join it, rising to a crescendo like a pack celebrating a fresh kill.
“Friends of yours?” I ask.
“Definitely.” He backs off the bed and holds his hand out. When I take it, he tugs me off the bed. “We should get out of here in case they come around.”
I’m too blissed out from the incredible orgasms and the closeness I feel to Abe to pay much attention to the sliver of unease that sprouts about his desire to hide me from his friends.
I’m not a wolf shifter–I get it. And I know he’s a wolf. If that got out, he’d be in trouble, and I’d get mind-wiped.
But I’m not used to being someone’s shameful secret, either. I’m used to being the prize.
I forget it all when Abe slides my dress over my head. It’s kinda sexy to be dressed like a Barbie doll by your boyfriend.
Er–I guess he’s not my boyfriend, but whatever. It’s still hot.
Abe smoothes the dress down, sliding his large palms down my sides, around to my ass, where he squeezes. “Do you feel better, Princess?” His voice is low and bedroom-y.
I bring my hands to his sculpted chest, my fingertips tracing the lines of his pecs. “Yeah.” Of course, I have to go home to the mess I made with Luke, but that’s on me.
“I can meet you here any evening or night after practice and give you what you need. Even if it’s just another toss off a cliff.”
A laugh tumbles out of me. Warmth curls in my chest, filling the places that went cold when we heard the wolves. “I might take you up on that, baller.”
“Might?” He sounds offended.
I laugh again. “Okay, I will. Probably.”
“Pearls, you are the hardest to get of all hard-to-gets.”
“When did you ever make any attempt to get me?” I shoot back.
He grins. “Oh yeah. That’s fair.” He grabs his clothes and pulls them on, then yanks the bedding from the bed and carries it out.
“That’s very responsible of you.” I don’t know why seeing Abe do this little piece of domesticity is a turn-on.