Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 541(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
But Cade didn’t give her a chance to explain. Instead, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. The sudden spin made Andi dizzy and she almost stumbled. But Cade still had a firm grip on her arms. Without a word, he pushed her forward, marching her to the bed.
“Cade—” she began, starting to struggle.
But it was too late, the big Hybrid had pushed her face-first onto the bed.
“Oof!” she gasped as she went over, bent at the waist with her face in the quilted coverlet. She struggled to get up, but a moment later she felt something hot and hard pressing against her ass and a heavy body pinning her to the bed.
“Oh!” Andi gasped, beginning to struggle. She could feel his thick cock right between her ass cheeks—only the thin barrier of her panties separated them, but he seemed determined to have her. What was she going to do?
Let him have you, whispered that interminable little voice in her head. He’ll take you anyway—no matter how much you struggle. You might as well give in and save yourself the trouble, Andi—he’s huge and he’s probably ten times stronger than you.
“Oh my God…oh, God,” she moaned softly as she felt him moving on top of her. Was he going to rip her panties off her and mount her like Hartford was presumably mounting and knotting Flow-da right this minute? If so, would it hurt?
Not if you don’t struggle, whispered the voice in her head. Relax Andi—if you fight him, he’ll tear you or hurt you. Your best bet is to just let him do what he wants.
Andi liked to think of herself as a fighter, but in this situation she felt the voice was right.
“All…all right, Cade,” she whispered, forcing herself to go limp on the bed. “Do what you want. Just please—be gentle.”
A low, rumbling growl was her answer and then he leaned over her, still pinning her to the side of the bed, and licked the side of her neck.
“Oh!” Andi panted as her body suddenly lit up. God, how did he know that part of her was so sensitive? So—
She gasped again because his hot tongue moved lower. After a moment, Andi realized he was licking her back—dragging his tongue over her wounded flesh in long, slow sweeps as though he was determined to cover every bit of the injured area.
“Cade, what are you doing?” she protested. “You can’t heal me that way! You—”
The words died in her mouth as she remembered how he had healed the cut on her temple the day before by licking it. Oh, so maybe he could heal her back this way. And even if he couldn’t, there was nothing she could do about his desire to lick her there. He had her pinned to the bed with his muscular bulk—he could literally do anything he wanted to her.
But what he wanted right now was apparently just to keep licking her back. It was soothing in a way, Andi thought—his tongue was warm and soft and gentle and he was licking her in a kind of rhythm—taking his time and making sure to cover every inch where she had been wounded by the Pain Leaves.
Little by little, she found herself relaxing as her big Protector tended to her…which was why she was so surprised when he suddenly stopped licking her and stood up.
“Cade?” she asked, turning her head—(and noticing that she could do it without wincing in pain)—to see what he was doing.
Her answer was his big, warm hands on her ass. He was bent over her, examining her there for some reason.
Andi frowned—was she wounded there too? If so, she hadn’t felt it. What was he studying so intently? What could he be planning?
Her answer came suddenly—shockingly—when Cade hooked his fingers into the stretchy elastic waistband of her panties and ripped them down.
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CADE
Finally, he had learned how the thin, stretchy barrier worked! Cade felt a surge of triumph as his female’s secret treasures were at last revealed. Her sweet puckered rosebud, tight with tension, and below it, the ultimate prize—her soft, quivering pussy.
She was already wet for him and he could smell her desire. His cock throbbed between his thighs, his Mating Fist longing to engage—to thrust deep inside her and swell to tie them together.
But that wasn’t his main objective right now. Breeding was good and necessary and he would need to do that soon, but first he wanted to taste her fully—wanted to drink his fill of her honey. And he knew she could keep making honey for him for hours, as long as he stimulated her pleasure button the right way.
Yanking the thin barrier lower, he attempted to part her thighs—he would have his female now—he would have her any way he wanted and for as long as he wanted.