Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63055 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
She unbuttons her pants, and I help her out of them, throwing them over my shoulder before ripping off her panties.
I dive between her legs and feast on her juicy pussy. I'm on full throttle. This isn't foreplay, it's a full press home, and I have her first orgasm within sixty seconds. I don't stop.
I flip her over and pull her up to hands and knees, and then I spank her—probably too hard. I slap right cheek then left while she gasps and squirms. I keep it up until her my handprints turn her ass a pretty pink, then I spread her cheeks and lick a long line from her slit to her anus and back. I slap her ass a few more times.
"Ouch, Bo. What is that for?" She's breathless, her voice slightly strangled.
"That's your punishment, sugar."
"For what?"
"For making me fall for you." I slap her ass again even though I know she's had enough. "For being so fucking gorgeous." Another slap. "And smart. And fascinating." I rub her blushing cheeks. "For captivating me."
And making me want to mark you, when you’re human.
"I didn't want to fall for you, either."
Shit. Is she choking up?
My wolf stills, aggression immediately tamped down. I tackle her down to the bed, turning her over to kiss the hell out of her. Her soft body writhes beneath mine. Our lips twist, tongues lash. When I come up for air, her lips are swollen, eyes glassy.
I cage her throat loosely. "I'm gonna fuck the hell out of you, and then you're gonna tell me everything."
She stops breathing, some of the focus coming back to her eyes. The knot of worry between her brows appearing.
"You have my secrets,” I remind her. “You fucking owe me yours."
I don't wait for her agreement. I pull out a condom and roll it on. Then I hesitate, my brain trying to rein in the wolf aggression. Trying to make sure I haven’t misread cues.
“Clothes off,” she says, mimicking my earlier order.
Yes. Satisfaction punches through me. She does want this.
I grin, yanking off my shirt and shucking the jeans, torn boxer briefs and socks. "Now you're really in trouble." I crawl back over her.
"Bring it, wolf boy."
I rub the head of my cock over her wet slit and push a little. She's still tight as hell. Knowing I'm the only guy she's allowed between her legs does something to me.
I lose my senses again and thrust hard, filling her completely. She gasps and grasps my arms.
Giving my head a shake, I force myself to hold still. "You okay? "
She arches beneath me. "I said bring it."
With a growl, I surge inside her, rocking in and out, losing my mind even more with each thrust.
She receives me, watching with a lidded gaze, her body rocking to meet mine. When she hooks her ankles around my back, I nearly come, but I roar instead and slam harder.
And then I'm lost. I want it to go on forever, but it's too late. Lightning strikes at the base of my spine and my balls draw up tight.
I come. Hard. So hard my vision turns black and spotty and my canines lengthen like my wolf wants to mark her. Which is just nuts because she’s a human.
I turn my face away and keep my upper body lifted and fuck her with short deep thrusts until I finish.
Shit—I've forgotten her pleasure. I bring my thumb to her clit and rub and—thank fuck—she goes off immediately, her pussy clenching around my cock, drawing another release from me.
I wait until my vision clears to drop down and kiss her and come a little more.
"Sloane,” I rasp. I don’t have anything to say. I’m just uttering her name like an invocation. A celebration.
I kiss her some more, moving slowly inside her, rocking out the last of my climax as she shudders, goes limp beneath me.
I don’t ever want to stop kissing and fucking her. I could keep this up all night, but we have shit to discuss.
Huge fucking problems.
So I force myself back and ease out, getting up to dispose of the condom in the bathroom.
There’s one thing I will say about all this trouble—it’s pretty fucking awesome to have our own private place to stay for the night.
Of course, my mom and her aunt might have a lot to say about it, if they knew.
When I walk back in the bedroom, I pull my phone out of my jeans and text my mom: I’m in Tucson with Garrett’s pack for the night. Still working on finding Winslow. Love you.
She texts back: Stop looking for him. I need you at home.
I groan and stab my fingers through my hair. Be home tomorrow. Sorry, Mom.
Mom: I love you, Bo. Be safe. Text me when you leave Tucson.
I give her the thumbs up and climb onto the bed where Sloane is still sprawled like a limp doll.