Total pages in book: 125
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118374 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 592(@200wpm)___ 473(@250wpm)___ 395(@300wpm)
She slumped. Damn, the fucker was good with that mouth. Struggling to catch her breath, she—
Sharp teeth dug into her inner thigh, breaking the skin, and she hissed at the sting. “Enough with the biting.”
He looked at her, his lips glistening. “I want my venom inside you. I want to be in your blood.” He eased his powerful body over hers, giving her his weight, making her feel trapped yet safe. So full and long and hard, his cock pulsed against her clit. “Just like you’re in mine.”
Devon wrapped her legs around him and went to grab his solid shoulders, but he caught her wrists and then pinned them above her head with one hand. She wasn’t gonna lie, it totally pushed her buttons. Her back arched as he swiped the head of his cock between her folds and aligned it just right. But he didn’t sink inside. “Tanner …”
His gaze dropped to her lips. “I want to feel that mouth on my cock. Want to come all the way down your throat. You’ll give me that—don’t say you won’t.” He flexed his hips forward, pressing the thick head of his dick a mere inch inside her. He nipped at her lower lip. “Open for me.”
She did, and he all but ravaged her mouth—licking, kissing, biting. He took and took, owning her mouth just as he’d told her he would. But he didn’t thrust inside her. Not even when she squirmed or clenched her inner walls around what little she had of him.
She hissed, out of patience. “I’m really not into delayed gratification, pooch, in case you hadn’t already noticed.”
“What do you need, kitten? Tell me.”
“I need you to fuck me.” Devon sucked in a breath as his fat cock slammed home, sinking so deep it hurt, stretching the walls of her pussy until it burned.
Tanner ground his teeth as her slick, inferno hot inner muscles clamped around him. His cock throbbed with an almost vicious drive to possess and claim. “I told you you’d give this pussy back to me, didn’t I?” He slowly pulled back until only the head of his cock was inside her. “You won’t keep it from me again.” And then he did what he’d been aching to do since he first saw her—he fucked her hard, deep, rough enough to hurt.
He kept her wrists pressed into the mattress as he pounded into her, his eyes never leaving hers. A fevered haze was threatening to fall over his vision, and he was barely holding onto his control. How could any red-blooded male cling to their control when they had the object of their fantasies beneath them, accepting every hard thrust of their cock?
With the taste of her pussy in his mouth, her intoxicating scent filling his lungs, and her blazing hot pussy clutching him so tight, it felt like his senses were drowning in her. He knew he’d never forget the image of her there—her curls fanned around her face, her eyes glossy with need, her lips swollen from his kisses.
“You won’t let anyone else near my pussy, will you, baby?”
“Yours?” She snorted. Snorted.
He pulled on her wrists, letting her feel the strain in her shoulders, knowing she liked the bite of pain. “It’s mine for as long as you’re in my bed.”
“Deluding yourself again? How sad.”
He slowed, eased up on the depth and intensity of his thrusts. “I’m serious, Devon, I won’t share you. Tell me you get that.”
She sighed. “Can you quit with the chatting and fuck me?”
Devon knew she’d made a mistake when a very inhuman growl vibrated in his chest and his eyes bled to black. A chill breezed over her skin as the room temperature lowered … and she found herself the focus of his demon’s dark, reptilian glare. Shit.
Her feline pushed close to the surface and watched it carefully, but not with fear—it trusted that the hound wouldn’t harm Devon. Yeah? She wasn’t so confident of that. There was something exceedingly dangerous glimmering in the depths of those eyes. A callousness that no one in their right mind would want directed at them.
Another growl shook its chest, and then it … nuzzled her neck. Which would have been a relief if its teeth weren’t now so close to her jugular.
She swallowed. “What do you want?”
An image flashed in her mind—one of her giving Tanner a slow nod. Apparently, the demon wanted her to yield to the pooch. Not that simple. It wasn’t that she intended to date other guys or anything, she just didn’t want to encourage Tanner’s possessive behavior. He’d be a nightmare to deal with if she let him get away with that shit.
Yet another image flashed in her mind. An image of the hound standing in front of her in its true form, growling at a group of faceless men. She understood the telepathic message—it wasn’t going to allow other males to touch her. Wonderful.