Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 120031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Eli wore his dominance in a very subtle way, but there was no missing how close to an alpha he was. Although he had no aspirations to lead a pack, he’d need a position in the hierarchy that provided him with some level of leadership and authority. His wolf would need it. They’d never have that in her pack, which meant she couldn’t foresee either man or wolf being truly happy there.
The thought of transferring to another pack made her chest tighten, especially as it might mean leaving the Hounds. While she believed Adrian would allow her to remain part of the team, she wasn’t so sure that Eli or his pack would like it.
She frowned as he grabbed his phone when they stopped at a red light. His thumbs were deft and fast as they tapped the screen. “Everything okay?” Because he had a very serious look on his face.
“Fine,” he said, placing the phone back in the cupholder. “I was just texting Nick. My pack mates are now under strict orders not to call, text, or visit us tonight so you can get the rest you need. Don’t tell me you’re not that tired. I can sense how exhausted you are.”
Chest warming, Casey smiled. “You’re good for me, you know.”
He squeezed her thigh. “Just as you’re good for me.”
“So … after I’ve eaten and rested, are you up for fucking me into oblivion again?”
“That can definitely be arranged.”
Her nipples tight, her pussy throbbing, Casey eyed Eli warily as he stalked around the bed wearing nothing but a wicked smile. Let’s play a little game, he’d said. Whoever breaks first has to submit to the other, he’d said.
And what had he meant by “break?” Well, they each had to sit in a chair and remain still for an entire minute while the other teased and tantalized them—if they did move, they lost the game. If no one moved, they kept on going until someone did.
Simple. Easy. Fun. She’d figured he’d break in no time at all.
During the first round, she’d not only kissed, licked, bit, and stroked every sensitive spot he possessed, she’d worked his cock with her hands and tongue … but she hadn’t sucked him off, and she’d known the torture of that alone had killed him. But he’d held out, the bastard, and subjected her to some torture of his own.
She’d also held out, though, and so they’d moved on to the second round. And the third. And the fourth.
During the fifth, as she’d finger-fucked herself right in front of him, he’d looked so close to losing control and reaching out to touch her … but he hadn’t, the awkward fucker. And when he’d then had his turn, she’d realized it had been completely dumb to finger-fuck herself, because she’d made her body so desperate to come that she hadn’t been able to resist gripping his hair and pulling him closer when he fluttered his tongue far too lightly over her clit.
So, yeah, she’d lost. Lost. That was bad enough. Worse, as part of the whole submission thing, he’d wanted her wrists tied to the bed.
Every cell in her body had said, hell, no. Obeying him was one thing. Letting him tie her down and make her completely vulnerable to him was something else altogether.
But he’d given her that hurt face and asked, “Don’t you trust me?”
“Well, yeah,” she’d replied.
“Then lie on the bed, relax, and let me make you feel good. You know I’d never do anything you didn’t want.”
She did know that, which was why she’d conceded her loss of the game and done what he’d asked. To her surprise, it hadn’t dampened her arousal in the slightest. In fact, there was something almost heady about being unable to move; about being able to take only what he chose to give her. Still … “I feel like a pagan sacrifice.”
“You look hot as hell.” His gaze raked over her. “I am a lucky son of a bitch. So much to taste. Touch. Mark.” He moved to kneel on the bed between her thighs. “There are so many things I could do to you right now.”
Oh God, he was gonna drag this out, wasn’t he? “Why do you want me tied up?” she asked as he planted his hands either side of her head, bracing himself over her.
He nipped at her lip. “I want you to feel owned. Helpless. Mine.” He traced her mouth with the tip of his tongue. “I want to use you. Like you’re my very own personal toy.”
And then he was kissing her. Hard. Wet. Rough. He consumed her mouth with so much hunger and possessiveness that it sent her thoughts scattering and wound her body even tighter.
He trailed kisses down her neck and then bit her claiming mark. “I’ll bet I can make you come within five minutes.”