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)
This isn’t real. Denial seeps in. It can’t be real. And yet, when she calls out again, commanding me to go back to her, I know damn well it is real.
Commanding me. Because she doesn’t know my wolf is threatening to take control. He doesn’t think. He only acts. A menacing growl erupts from my chest.
At war with myself, I force myself farther away from her. Only to protect her, and yet she cries out that I’m her mate and I can’t leave her.
How could she think I’d leave her? It’s because she thinks she controls me. That if she falters, I’d run. I push faster on the ground. Barreling between trees and ducking under fallen limbs.
She needs to learn. She needs to learn to trust me like I trust her. I thought she did.
The moon threatens to wane as I approach the edge of the forest, breathing heavily and far too aware that the claiming is broken. I did not lick the wound clean. I did not lie with her after the deed, under the light of night.
How could I? With her in pain and our trust broken, that wasn’t ever an option.
I will heal her. I will take away her control and give her true security. I will teach her to trust me. I’ve failed her as a mate until this point. I’ve let her hide her pain under the guise of control. No more. My silver eyes narrow as I sprint back to her. I’ll take her away from the moon, away from any danger and I’ll fix this. I’ll make it right.
Veronica, my mate, I promise I’ll make it right.
My conviction is firm: I won’t rest until I’ve truly claimed my mate. Every bit of her. Her past and her future.
Only when I get there … she’s already gone.
Primal Lust
Part I
Scarred Mate
Grace
My palms and knees roughly scrape back and forth against the grass, my nails digging into the dirt as my body pushes forward with every pleasure-filled thrust. Every nerve ending in my body is sensitized and even the moans that slip from my lips seem to add to my insatiable desire. My head hangs low, then rises with a desperate need to cry out as I take the punishing fuck. Devin’s grip on the curves of my ass is so powerful that I wouldn’t be surprised to find bruises later. His sharp fangs graze the tender skin on my neck, causing my blood to heat and rush through my veins with intense need. Arching my neck for him, I give him easy access to bite me, to claim me as his.
Every move is achingly natural and primitive; dark and seductive under the full moon.
“More,” I say, whimpering my plea. His hips pound against mine as his pace quickens. Devin’s thick girth stretches me fully, giving a hint of pain to the waves of pleasure crashing through me. It’s instantly forgotten as overwhelming heat builds in my core. It spreads slowly through my body as my toes numb. Yes, yes!
As he slams into me, the force of his powerful thrusts pushes my body forward, nearly knocking me to the ground. Strangled moans escape me as he continues to pound into me without holding back, the beast in him taking over, fueled by the full moon. It’s all so intense and my head thrashes as I fight the urge to pull away.
Too much. Too much.
I almost cry out for him to stop but I hold myself back, clenching my teeth and submitting to the overwhelming and all-consuming haze of passion, loving his fierce desire to claim my body with his.
Devin gently kisses my back, a move that’s at odds with his forceful motions. Again his fangs glide across the skin of my neck, threatening to pierce me, to mark me and scar me forever as his. I groan in approval at the thought. I desperately want to be his. I need to be his. I moan my pleasure into the chill of the air, knowing I’m his to claim.
He owns me: my body, my heart, my future.
The unrelenting heat threatens to burn me as he pistons his hips harder and faster. I whisper the words “I can’t,” as he nips my ear, sending a fresh wave of pleasure to my throbbing core. Refusing to slow his pace, a low growl rumbles in his chest. I gasp for air as my body gives out and he slams into me to the hilt. His fangs finally give me what I’ve been wanting. They pierce into my sensitive skin, and I let out a scream at the agonizing sensation.
A sharp pain attacks my body, making every inch of me shake violently. Fire courses through my veins, blistering my skin and threatening to choke me. Just as I register the pain, a soothing wave of unmatched pleasure rocks through me, easing the burn and forcing me to tremble with sated desire.