Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72056 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
I’m aware of his nakedness. I’m aware of his hardness.
I’m aware of him—all of him—and I’m unaware of anything else.
Our lips slide together, our tongues tangle and clash like two swords, and his cock—his hard cock—pushes against my mound.
Clothes. I’m still wearing clothes, which kind of sucks.
I push him away, breaking our hard kiss.
“Clothes,” I say, panting. “Too many clothes, Rogan.”
“I can take care of that, princess.”
My clothes vanish in what seems like an instant. What actually happens is that Rogan strips me, his hands and arms moving like lightning. How he gets the skinny jeans off so deftly is beyond me. They’re like a second skin.
But he does, and I’m nude, my nipples hard and my pussy wet.
Ready. Ready for whatever he wants.
Which better be what I want.
He stares at me, though. He stares when I want his hands and lips on my body—my ready and willing body.
“You’re fucking beautiful, princess.”
I sigh softly.
Good God! I just sighed like a schoolgirl in love. This is so not me. Hannah Bates doesn’t go all squishy when a guy says she’s beautiful. What the hell’s the matter with me?
“Fuck me, Rogan,” I say. “Just fuck me.”
His wolf eyes go rogue then. The starry-eyed guy who’s mesmerized by my looks is gone.
He may have the form of a magnificent human, but it’s the wolf in him that glares at me now.
I shudder at the hunger in his eyes, the hunger in his tongue trailing over his bottom lip.
The hunger that’s so apparent in everything about him.
“I’ll fuck you, princess. I’ll fuck you into next week.”
He grabs me, pulls me to him, and lifts me, setting me down onto his hard cock.
He tunnels through me as if he’s made of fire. I’m wet and ready, but it’s still a burn. A good burn. An amazing burn.
So much for foreplay.
But I don’t care. I’m complete in a way I never imagined. Mere minutes ago, I wasn’t sure I’d make it out of the demon’s lair alive.
Now? I want to live. I want to fuck. I want to be one with Rogan for as long as possible.
This, like everything else, will eventually end when I find what I’m looking for, but in this moment, I want to breathe in everything about Victor Rogan.
Everything about the man I—
“Ah!” The orgasm sneaks up on me quickly, and I quiver as he shoves his cock into me again, again, again…
Surely his arms will give out.
Surely he can’t hold me like this much longer.
But he thrusts. He thrusts and he thrusts and he thrusts as I climax around his cock, squeeze him, milk him.
“I could fuck you forever,” he rasps out. “Come again for me, princess. Come again.”
I hurtle into another orgasm before the first one has faded. Every cell in my body jumps, catapults, and I arch my back, my long hair tickling the crack of my ass.
“Come again,” he roars.
With each command, I glide into another climax.
Another, another, another.
My body is used and sated. Tired and still slightly drugged.
No way will I—
“One more, princess. Now!”
I grit my teeth, grab the back of Rogan’s neck as one more climax twists through me, squeezing every part of me, taking me on the flight of a lifetime.
I slump against him, our chests rubbing together with perspiration and his hair abrading my hard nipples. My quivering pussy finally slows as I pant against Rogan’s neck.
“My God,” I say.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Rogan buries his nose in my hair and inhales. “So fucking hot and so fucking mine.”
“Mine,” I echo against him.
“We’re going to figure this out, princess,” he says. “What this is between us.”
“You said I was your mate,” comes out of my mouth with no prompting.
“You are. We have to figure out why.”
“Right. Why.” My eyelids flutter closed.
Multiple orgasms exhaust me.
Multiple orgasms plus drugs and fear for my life.
But I feel no fear now. In Rogan’s arms, I feel nothing but safe. Protected. Cherished.
“Don’t fall asleep, princess,” Rogan says huskily. “We’re not even close to done.”
24
The command in his voice awakens my body once more. Multiple orgasms? Sure, I can pull out a few more.
For Rogan, I have the libido of a seductress.
Damn.
I’m lying on the grass, not exactly sure how I got here, when Rogan crawls on top of me and scorches me with a kiss.
I melt underneath him, my body seeming to become one with the earth. When my fangs snap downward, I push him away as I shriek from the sharp points stabbing the flesh of my gums.
And I realize, for the first time, that I didn’t hunger for his blood during that primal fuck.
Normally my gums itch and tingle as my fangs elongate, but this time? They snapped downward quickly and painfully.
Something has fluctuated inside me—something feral.
Rogan may shift into wolf form, but in this moment, I’m no less of an animal than he is. Something rumbles deep in my chest, and—