Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
When he tries. My belly flips as I suddenly realize what this is.
Courtship.
Wolf-style.
The excitement, the heat I feel, is my body’s response to him. My wolf wants this. She wants to be overpowered by him. Not to submit easily but for him to work to win her submission. She’s thrilled by the idea.
This must be why human females love BDSM. The zing of danger amplifies the sexual excitement. I don’t know this male at all. He’s huge. Powerful. And he’s chosen me. He could do anything he wanted with me, with or without my permission.
He nips me again, driving me away from the pack and cornering me against an outcropping of boulders.
I start to turn to show my teeth, but he strikes fast, tackling me to the ground.
I don’t recall my brain giving the order to shift, but suddenly, I’m in human form, pressed to my belly on the soft dirt, with a massive man at my back. Did he command the shift?
I turn to see him–I need to know who I’m about to have sex with–but he catches my hair in his fist and holds my head in place. “Uh uh. Face to the ground, little wolf.” His voice is hard. As cruel as the grip on my hair.
Moisture leaks between my legs.
I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I hardly know what to make of it. Is this my wolf’s doing? But no, I’m in human form, still turned on.
Desperately aroused.
I would do anything this man told me to do right now for the satisfaction of his touch. His dominance. I feel the nudge of his hardened cock draping between my thighs, and I part my legs for it.
“You want that, little wolf?” I hear a note of satisfaction in his deep growl. He’s still holding my hair tight, pulling on my scalp.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Yes?”
Does he sound surprised?
“Yes, you want me to fuck you?” he clarifies. I’m in love with his deep voice.
He’s asking for consent. He may have chased me and tackled me to the ground; he may be pinning me in place and not allowing me to see his identity, but I do have a say in the matter.
He’s not going to take without my permission.
Is this what I want? I must be crazy. This is exactly the scenario I vowed to avoid when I agreed to return to Wolf Ridge for the rest of the semester.
But only one small part of me wants to say no–that voice warning me that this is how I get trapped in Wolf Ridge. I’m doing exactly what my parents wanted me to do, and once I settle into the pack ways, I’ll never leave again.
But at this moment, I don’t care.
All I care about is knowing what it feels like to be penetrated by the virile male behind me. Receiving the full experience of lust. Of hot, full-moon sex. Of whatever this male wants to do with me.
“Yes.”
Asher
I can hardly believe my ears. Carlotta James wants to have sex with me.
It’s all I can do not to slam immediately in and ride her rough until I explode. I have years of pent-up lust packed into this moment. That’s separate from the years of anger and resentment over her betrayal. Add in the fact that the moment I caught her scent at school, I realized the undeniable truth: that she’s mine, and it’s a recipe for total combustion.
Yep. Fate fucked me again.
She paired me with the one female I never wanted to see again.
So my blinding need to drive into the delectable body beneath mine is as much from rage as it is lust. This is going to be a hate-fuck.
But that doesn’t mean I won’t make it good. I keep my grip on her hair and shift my knees inside her legs.
I already know she’s ready for me. Even if she hadn’t just parted those sweet thighs and lifted her ass, the scent of her nectar would’ve told me.
“Up on your knees,” I order.
I’m as shocked when she obeys as I was when she said yes. Then again, her body must know its master. She recognizes the scent of her fated mate.
I just have to keep her from seeing my face.
Carlotta rises to her hands and knees, arching her lower back to present her gorgeous ass to me. I smack it hard. Under the silvery moonlight, I see my handprint bloom on her pale skin.
“Ah.” Her cry sounds like a mixture of protest and desire. Her dark waves spill across her back.
I stroke her ass, smoothing away the sting. Then I smack her again, harder. The position of power I’m in right now has my dick as hard as granite. I never in a million years dreamed this moment would come. Me, behind the girl of my former dreams. Her, in complete submission to me, trembling for it.