Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29882 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
He pulled her legs apart, smoothed his hands down her outer thighs, and leaned over her to whisper in her ear. “I’m not hurting you, am I, baby?”
She shook her head and knew that if she admitted there was a little bit of pain he’d stop this. She didn’t know how she realized that, but she knew that with every part of her.
As if that was all he needed to hear, he lifted off her back, placed the tip of his dick at her entrance and in one swift move slid back into her. Damien pounded into her like a madman, holding her hips so tight she knew there would be bruises in the morning.
But for some reason she liked that, needed to see his brand on her flesh to know this really happened. The sound of wet sex, of her pussy sucking at his cock, drove her to the brink of madness, and she came hard again.
God, she had just gotten off repeatedly, and all because she was lost for this man.
Wet flesh slapped together and filled her ears. When she heard him groan out, deep and long, she knew he was about to orgasm. He covered her back with his chest, pushed her hair off her neck, and licked and gently bit at the skin where her throat and shoulder met.
“I have to mark you, have to put my physical claim on you and show everyone that you’re mine.” His words were heated and moist on her skin.
“I...” She licked her lips. “I just want to be with you.” Had she had really said that, let the words past her lips and meant them?
He growled low, gripped her hips until his claws dug into her flesh, and then pierced her flesh. The sting of pain was intense, and the warm feel of her blood spilling down her shoulder pierced her arousal for a moment.
But the heady rush of pleasure that came after that stole her sanity, and had her body shaking.
She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t think as agony and ecstasy became one. His cock gave small jerks inside of her as he finished coming, and when he pulled his canines out of her flesh, and his cock out of her pussy, his semen slipped down her inner thighs.
Collapsing on her belly fully, she breathed against the pillow, and sensed Damien move beside her. He lay down, and before she could move he had the pillow out from under her, his arm around her waist, and her body pressed to his.
“I told you that you were mine, and I will do everything in my power to ensure that nothing changes that. I’ll find out who hurt you, one way or another, and I’ll make them pay.”
She didn’t argue, couldn’t even move. Danika fell asleep that way, knowing that what this man said was the truth, and that he truly would do everything in his power to make sure she would always be his.
That should frighten her, but for some reason it didn’t.
9
Danika’s heart was beating fast, her palms were sweating, and she knew that what was about to be discussed right now would cause a hell of a lot of trouble among Damien, Tyler, and her.
She had been with Damien sexually just two days ago, given him her virginity, and hadn’t regretted one second of it. In fact, it was like they had grown closer after that moment, that her body and mind were now attuned to everything that was Damien.
It was the strangest feeling to just think about him and her body got ready for his cock, for his mouth and hands, and for his possessive and growly attitude.
This was fast, insane, and at times made no sense, but for whatever reason she felt that it was right.
Over the last two days she and Damien had spoken about this, and she knew that although she didn’t have the same hardcore feelings toward him like he had for her, she also wanted to be with him.
She’d always felt this intensity when she thought about him, and it had all started four years ago when she didn’t even have the first sense of what was happening.
“She’s my mate, Tyler.”
They’d been sitting in her father’s living room for the last twenty minutes, but her dad knew they were coming over, that they had something to say.
Her father stared at Damien, his hands tightly fisted at his side, and his jaw clenched tight. “And that means what?”
Damien looked at her for a second. “It means I’ve imprinted on her. She’s my mate, and I can’t walk away from her.”
Her father breathed out roughly and paced the room. The anger that came from him was tangible, and although she didn’t want anyone to be upset over this, she also knew that this needed to be brought up. Then her father stopped and pierced Damien with an icy stare. “How far has it gone?” her father said in a low, menacing voice.