Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
She makes a sound like she’s pleased and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the crook of my neck. “Good boy.” Her hot breath tickles my throat as her sharp fangs skim along the sensitive flesh. She hastily turns away from me and applies more soap to her hands. Twirling a finger, she commands me to turn. Her hands knead my muscles as she lathers more soap onto my skin. Every little touch from her is heaven. My mate. I’m still in awe.
She hums as she washes every inch of my body except my raging erection.
My mate is a fucking tease.
At that realization she commands, “Turn.”
I obey slowly, turning to face her. She gets onto her tiptoes to wash my hair, her breasts pressing against my hard chest. Fuck, I love it though. My arms wrap around her small waist as she massages my scalp with her nails. Her touch relaxes me.
“You like calling me pup?” I ask her, planting a small kiss on her temple.
Her smile is soft and playful. “You’re at least a foot taller than me … I think I love calling you pup.”
Love. She’s demanding, controlling and there’s a reason for the way she is … but she wants to be with me. To be my mate. She offers no protest at all and I know damn well she knows what this means. “Do you like it?” she questions in a whisper.
“Mmm.” I murmur into the crook of her neck as I grind my dick into her stomach, loving the skin-on-skin contact. The touch reminds me how much I fucking need my release. She lets out a small, feminine snicker, but otherwise ignores my not-so-subtle hint.
She steps toward the back of the shower and instructs me to rinse. I chuckle, loving the way she orders me around like she owns me. She really fucking does own me. What’s worse is that she knows it. I let the hot water hit me and rinse the suds from my body, but I don’t linger. I want my mate. I need more of her touch. With a single stride toward her, I cage her in like before. I move to kiss her soft, supple lips, but her finger at my mouth stops me inches away from her face. “Bedtime, wolf.” Bed. Absolutely.
“Yes, Mistress.” My response is paired with a grin and I lean forward to kiss her cheek. A blush runs through her chest and up to her face. The slight pink hue looks beautiful on her olive complexion. I dry off as quickly as possible and the soft cotton against my still-hard dick is enough to have me on my knees. God, I can’t wait to get off. Hopefully it’ll be in her tight little cunt. I lick my lips, remembering the mouthwatering taste.
She seems to be taking her time towel drying her hair before she reaches in a small floral bag on the counter and pulls out lotion. When my silver eyes catch her dark gaze in the mirror, I cock a brow. “I’ll be there when I’m finished.” I nod my head, not trusting that my mouth won’t demand she come with me if I open it. Fuck, I’m tired of waiting. Tired of being teased. I lie on top of the covers with my hands behind my head, looking at the bathroom. I left the door open and I keep getting hints of her honey scent mingling with the sweet, floral fragrance of jasmine.
She saunters to the bed completely naked and it makes my dick snap to attention. She smirks at the sight of my bobbing erection before climbing into bed, pulling up the covers and crawling underneath. “Get under here. I want you to hold me.” I move as quickly as I can to get my hands on her lush body. My arms reach around her waist and pull her small, delicate frame to my hard chest. I rock my dick into her ass, and even that feels like heaven.
“Stop it. I don’t want you to do that.” Her softly spoken words shock me, but I immediately stop. My brow furrows as she nuzzles her head into my chest, drapes her leg across mine and settles her forearm across my abs. She’s getting into position to sleep. “Good night, pup.” What the fuck? My lips part to protest but that damn finger comes up to silence me yet again. “Uh-uh. No complaining. You kept me from my release to tease me … for your own pleasure. Bad boys don’t get to come.” She settles back into my chest as I contemplate her words.
A tic in my jaw spasms, but then a thought comes to mind. “Are you challenging me?”
Her gentle snicker tickles my chest hair, then she says, “No, not in the least. I know if you wanted to, you could take from me. I don’t want that.” I didn’t think she was, but I had to make sure. Tapping my fingers on her arm, I try to figure out what the hell I should do. A fucking lightbulb goes off in my head.