Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
God, he’d been doing that from the start, hadn’t he? Refusing to give me this until it was all I could think about. I hadn’t known that it could be more than just sex, that it was a connection, a bond we now shared. This was why he wanted to wait, until I caught up to him.
I understood now.
“I need it.” I was begging. Pleading for what I knew he could give me.
He pressed the head of his cock to my entrance, teasing me for a moment by barely entering and withdrawing.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He gripped my hips and pushed in deep.
The sense of satisfaction was unparalleled. Better than jumping in a swimming hole on a hot summer day. More quenching than water on a dry throat. It was heaven.
This was what I’d been missing my entire life. This feeling. This power in my body–the beauty of my own sexuality shared with another.
Not just any other, but my mate.
Oh wow. The words settled like puzzle pieces in my being. Like a truth I instinctively knew.
He did feel like my soulmate, my one true partner, even though I wasn’t a wolf and didn’t know what that even fully meant.
I gripped the arm of the sofa, resting my chest down to brace myself to take him. He didn’t hold back–or at least it didn’t feel like he was. His breath was ragged. His grip on my hips, bruising. He plowed into me like his life depended on getting to the finish line.
I moaned, my channel growing slicker, my body welcoming every thrust.
But then he pulled out again.
“No,” I whimpered.
“Come here, Riley-girl.” Cody wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted me backward against his back. I heard him kicking off his pants before he walked me to the dining room table. He laid me back on it, lifting my hips to his face to eat me.
Holy shit. Was he planning on doing all the positions the very first time?
My knees fell open. I tried to tell him I wanted his cock, but no words came out. I was already beyond speaking. Too far in the throes of passion. All I could do was experience this magic. His beautiful tongue delving between my folds, tracing around my clit. He sucked hard, and I fisted his hair, pulling hard.
He let out a snarl, and when he lifted his head, his lips and beard were coated with my juices, his eyes were pure amber. I wanted to see his wolf.
What had he said that first day in the cabin? That if I ran, his wolf would want to chase? Too bad there was nowhere to run here. I’d have to get him to bring me back to the cabin.
“More of you,” I managed to say. “I want…”
In one swift movement, Cody pulled me up, my legs straddling his waist. He kissed me hard, his tongue lashing into my mouth, the taste of my essence on his lips. We crashed into the hallway wall.
One of Nana’s framed pictures of my dad as a boy crashed to the floor.
Cody kept kissing me as he pinned me against the wall again, shifting to palm my ass and lower my hips to meet his. He penetrated me, shoving in and up, making the wall shake. Another framed photograph fell and broke.
I laughed against his mouth.
He groaned into mine. “Sugar…I’m not…” His voice was more wolf than human–a growl to it that electrified my pussy. “It’s so hard to fucking hold back.”
He was still holding back?
“So don’t,” I said, but when he lifted his head I saw his canines looked longer.
I wasn’t afraid. Not when my body was joined with his. Not when waves of pleasure and mounting need had me in a chokehold. I was merely fascinated.
Was this primal Cody?
I freaking loved it!
He pulled me off the wall, and we careened down the hallway, bumping the other side and pausing there for more kissing and upward thrusts.
Then, somehow, we made it to the bedroom.
Cody lowered me to my back but turned my hips sideways and drew up one thigh, so he entered me from behind.
Another pleasure position. This man definitely knew what he was doing.
I was lost to him. Lost to sex. Lost to the sensation of being thoroughly pleasured, controlled, and loved by Cody.
Yes, loved. It felt that way, anyway. He hadn’t said it, but it was here, in the room with us. There was the explosively wild sex, but it was held in a container of deep caring. Of connection. Of true union.
Cody was the man for me.
Those doubts my dad put in my head didn’t belong. I knew he was the one.
“Now, Riley.” Cody’s voice was a wolf-snarl. His eyes glowed bright. There was a gleam of his fangs.
Yes, fangs.
I clung to his muscled arm, my nails scoring his skin.