Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33372 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Rolling over, she saw the light of the clock glaring at her. It was two in the morning. Sleep was the furthest thing from her mind. She wasn’t going downstairs for anything other than a drink of water. At least, that was what she kept telling herself—just having a drink of water.
Nibbling her lip, she padded across the room and opened the door. Her heart raced and excitement flooded her body at the thought of Rage being awake.
Karina had no idea what she was doing as she made her way downstairs, but she didn’t go to the kitchen to get herself the glass of water. Instead, she went straight to the living room where Rage was, and it looked like he was fast asleep.
She tried not to make a sound as she stepped into the room. The sofa had been made into a bed. It was one of the fold-out sofas, and it did look comfortable. Rage had a couple of blankets on and he was lying on his back. She glanced down at him and then he opened his eyes.
“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked.
“Did I wake you?”
“No.”
He reached out and took hold of her hand.
Karina expected him to pull her against him, but instead he circled her wrist and then slid his fingers down, locking them together with hers.
“You couldn’t sleep either?”
“No. My mate was upstairs and I heard her tossing and turning.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” he said. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what you’re looking for.”
What was she looking for? She looked at him and then down at the grip he had on her wrist.
Karina didn’t know what came over her, but rather than say what she wanted, she let her body do the talking. She had no idea where the confidence came from, but she lifted her nightshirt up as she climbed on the bed. She didn’t slide into his side, instead, she moved to straddle his waist. The blanket was the only thing between them, and whatever he wore.
She didn’t have on any panties. She never wore panties for bed. The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her core.
Staring into his eyes, Rage let go of her hands, but he touched her thighs, running his hands down toward her ass. She put her hands either side of his head and stared into his eyes.
“Tell me what you want, Karina?” he asked.
“I want you. I want this. I don’t even know where it came from but I want you so badly.” She had no other way of describing it. “There is nothing holding us back. I mean, we are mates, right?”
“We are.”
“Don’t you … want to? I mean, I totally understand if you don’t want to do anything with me. I do get it. I’m human and I’m not strong enough to be your mate and I know there are plenty of women—”
Rage sat up and captured her hair within his fist. The tight hold he had on her silenced her. “Shut up,” he said.
She pressed her lips together as he tilted her head back.
“I don’t give a flying fuck if you’re human, Karina. I want you. I crave you, and you will be my mate, but I also know this sexy virgin cunt has not known a cock. I will be your first.”
Those words shouldn’t arouse her, but they did. They were filthy and dirty and everything she wanted to hear. There was no way for her to press her legs together to alleviate the pleasure. All she could do was feel and crave and need, with a passion that took her by surprise.
“Yes,” she said.
Karina didn’t know if he was waiting for her to tell him the truth or if he was just stating facts. Rage had been her first kiss, and he would be her first with everything. She’d never desired any other man. There was only Rage.
“So, tell me what you want,” he said.
“I want you.”
“You want my cock in this tight, virgin pussy?”
“Yes.”
There was no point in lying or evading what she wanted. She’d come to his pack to be with him, and now that they were alone she felt her need for him, even more hungry than before.
Rage suddenly turned her, taking her so that she was beneath him. This time, there was no blanket between them. She stared up at him, waiting, anticipating what he’d do next.
He gripped the edge of her nightshirt and with one tug, tore it from her body as if it meant nothing. The sheer strength of him shocked her to the core, but at the same time aroused her.
Now, there was nothing between them. No blanket. No lingerie or boxer briefs. They were completely naked.
“I’m going to worship you,” Rage said.
He took possession of her lips before she got the chance to ask him what he meant. His lips answered all the questions. She closed her eyes and at first she didn’t touch him. Karina didn’t know where to touch him, his back, his shoulders, his arms, his chest.