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)
“Mouth,” he bit out, slamming hard and deep into the scorching hot pussy that belonged solely to him. “Give it to me.”
Casey pressed her mouth to his, moaning as his tongue sank inside. He kissed her over and over, pouring hungry growls down her throat. Greedily ravished her until she was arching, bucking, and clawing at his back.
She smelled both his blood and her own, and she knew they’d each left several deep brands. That thought only made her hotter. God, she was so close …
She tore her mouth from his, panting. “Harder, Eli.” Eyes dark with naked want, he set his mouth into a merciless slash and gave her what she asked for. Every thrust was as possessive as it was brutal. Her pussy couldn’t seem to get enough—it was squeezing and rippling and weeping around him.
He snarled. Grunted. Cursed.
She moaned. Whimpered. Breathed his name.
And then she felt it happening.
“Yeah, that’s it, come for me, Casey. Drain every bit of come from my cock.”
She shattered, swept under by the shockingly forceful orgasm that made her eyes go blind and trapped a scream in her throat. Sharp teeth sank into her neck just as his cock slammed deep once more, pulsing and shooting jet after jet of come inside her.
She felt him lick and suck on her bite, knew he was leaving an irrevocable mark. She chose that moment to leave her own, biting down on the crook of his neck, tasting blood.
Sapped of energy and floating in a post-orgasmic daze, she slumped against him, shaking with little aftershocks. Truly, her limbs felt like noodles. Well, he had told her that she wouldn’t be able to move after he was finished with—
Her eyes flew open as a sharp pain lanced through her head and chest, making her breath catch. Her vision briefly dimmed and blurred as her world tilted. Then the pain receded, and there was only the mating bond. Surprisingly strong for two people who barely knew each other, the bond vibrated with emotions. Satisfaction. Contentment. Awe. Calm.
Her mink sprawled on the floor with a yawn, happy and serene despite that the bond wasn’t yet complete. It would take certain steps to help the bond progress, and those steps could differ from couple to couple.
Casey weakly lifted her head from his shoulder. The look of pure languid satisfaction on his face would have made her feel smug if it weren’t for the fact that he’d done all the work. Damn her mate was delicious. God bless fate. “Hey,” she whispered.
His mouth curled into a warm, lazy smile. “Hey. You good?”
“Can’t feel my legs. Other than that? Super.” She slanted her head. “You?”
“Well, let’s see … I’ve got my mate wrapped around me, our bond is alive and strong, and she just made me come so hard my knees shook. Yeah, I’m good, baby.” Eli kissed her softly, sipping from her mouth, loving her taste.
He’d claimed his mate. The knowledge settled into him, trickling through his system like thick, warm honey and gifting him with a peace he’d never thought he could feel. It had all happened so damn fast that he should have been finding it hard to process. He wasn’t. Nothing had ever felt more natural than the feel of her soul bonded to his.
It didn’t matter that he hadn’t officially met her before today, he knew her on a level he couldn’t quite explain. Strands of emotions had already formed between them. Affection, respect, tenderness, and protectiveness—they were all there.
She’d chased away that loneliness that had plagued his soul for too long, warming all his cold spots, soothing every frayed edge, and filling every empty space. Never in his life had he truly felt balanced until right then. “How’s your mink doing?”
“Oh, she’s lazing right now, quite content. What about your wolf?”
“He’s happy. He wants to lick you all up and have some time with your mink. So do I.” Eli also wanted to get a good look at the claiming mark on his neck—it pulsated and stung, just like the other brands he could feel marring his skin. They made his wolf rumble a growl of contentment.
Eli breezed his thumb over the claiming bite on her neck, brimming with self-satisfaction. He intended to fully relish the time it took to get to know her. He was in no rush. The bond was humming with life between them. Casey was going nowhere.
“Hold on.” As soon as she curled her limbs around him, Eli said, “I want to take you again, but next time I want to do it in your bed.” He didn’t need to ask where it was, since the open-plan apartment was tiny. She’d clearly tried to separate the space into “rooms” by using different shades of paint for each one—magnolia for the living area, apricot for the kitchenette, bright white for the bedroom area.