Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
She opened, closed, and opened her mouth, then growled. “No. This is entirely unacceptable. You need to leave, like right now.”
Amelia attempted to brush past him, but Wolfe was a large man, and he filled the space, making it impossible for her to leave.
“No, you’re not going anywhere. You and I are going to have this discussion now.”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
He smirked. “No, I’m not, and if you got your head out of your ass, you’d see that.”
Amelia stepped back. She still had her hands pressed over her breasts and her legs crossed in an attempt to keep her dignity. Being naked wasn’t a big deal with the pack. She had no problems with Wolfe seeing her naked. He already had, and she particularly liked seeing him naked.
Not that she was going to stare. She kept her gaze up from his dick.
Amelia didn’t want to know if he was hard or not. It was none of her business.
“Amelia, look at me.”
You’re being a child.
Talk.
She focused on him. “What?”
“I had no idea you were a virgin. I didn’t know how to handle it, and I admit, I handled it real fucking bad.”
“You think?” she asked. She was being a bitch right now. Last night had been new, hard, difficult, and a whole load of other feelings. Wolfe was the only guy she had ever felt anything for.
“I … I didn’t realize it was going to hurt so bad,” Amelia said.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She chuckled. “I know that. You’re not a bad guy, Wolfe.”
“Did you … did your wolf…” He stopped, and she glanced down to see him pointing between her thighs.
This was a mistake. She saw his dick. His long, big, thick dick, that was pointed right at her. Wolfe was aroused.
That one look, and she felt her own heat start to build. This wasn’t fair. The last thing she wanted to do was give in to this need. Wolfe had his chance last night.
He took a step toward her.
“Did my wolf what?” she asked.
“Did she come forward? Heal you?”
“That’s a thing?” Amelia asked.
“Yeah, some women can’t control … their wolf.”
“That didn’t happen,” Amelia said.
“Are you sure?”
He was asking her if she was weak. If she was able to control herself, and that just pissed her off.
Staring at his body, looking at his lips and those hands, she just couldn’t stop what she was about to do.
After closing the distance between them, she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Wolfe, shut up,” she said.
He’d been talking, but she couldn’t listen, not now.
Amelia pulled his head down, and when his lips finally touched hers, the control she had over her need snapped.
Wolfe’s hands were all over her body. Touching her ass, sliding up into her hair, then down and around, cupping her between her thighs. Then on her tits.
She couldn’t get enough of him. She sure didn’t want him to stop. Everything felt so good. So freaking good. Better than good.
“Spread your legs.”
She opened them, and Wolfe’s hand delved between them. His fingers stroked across her nub, making her gasp and press her pussy against him.
“That’s it, rub that cunt over my fingers. Such a good girl.”
Sinking her teeth into her lip, she held on to his shoulders as he worked her clit. It felt so good. Almost too good.
Wolfe moved, going toward her entrance. He pressed a single finger inside, and he moaned. The sound echoed in the small room. “You’re so fucking tight.”
The water pounded around them, but Amelia didn’t care.
He added a second finger, and yes, it was tight, but it wasn’t painful, nor was it uncomfortable.
It felt good. It felt right.
She didn’t want him to stop, and as he added a second finger, she opened her eyes. She hadn’t even realized that she’d closed them.
“That’s it, fuck my fingers, Amelia.”
His eyes were dark with tiny flecks of amber staring back at her. He pulled his fingers from her body, and she whimpered in protest, but that didn’t last long as he sank to his knees before her.
“Watch me.” He gripped her thighs, sliding his fingers up until he got to her pussy.
She gasped as he spread the lips of her sex open, and then his mouth was on her, lapping at her clit.
Amelia couldn’t look away. The pleasure was in feeling and watching.
His tongue traced over and around, then he sucked her nub into his mouth, and that felt so good.
“I know I fucked up, Amelia,” he said.
As he spoke, he pressed two fingers inside her, stretching her.
“But, I can make it up to you. I can make you forget that time.” He tugged on her clit, using his teeth.
It was so good.
“Would you like that?” he asked. “Would you like to feel my dick inside you instead of my fingers? I can make you want it.”
Amelia wanted to tell him no.