Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Ripper cupped her jaw. ‘Now all you do is suck. Don’t otherwise move.’ He thrust his cock forward, grinding his teeth as her throat contracted around the head.
He kept a tight grip on her jaw to hold her still while he used her mouth as he pleased. And he did use it. With abrupt forward-snaps of his hips, he crammed his cock in her mouth again and again and again. Until it was either stop or blow his load down her throat.
He had other plans for tonight.
Ripper withdrew his dick and swiped his thumb over the outer edge of her swollen lower lip. ‘You on birth control?’
Pale-hazel eyes opaque with need narrowed. ‘Yes.’
Using his hold on her hair, he tipped her head back and lowered his own. ‘I want to come inside you.’ He filled his hand with her breast and squeezed. ‘You good with that?’
She tongued her lower lip and then nodded.
His cock went even harder, throbbing like a motherfucker. A reaction almost vicious in its intensity.
Ripper grasped her hips and tossed her further up the bed. She was lithe. Flexible. Easy to position how he wanted her. He liked that. ‘Lay back.’
She did so, parting her legs in an achingly slow, teasing movement.
He shed the rest of his clothes and joined her, kneeling between her thighs. ‘I told you earlier that I was gonna fuck you slow.’ But as she’d agreed to him coming inside her, ‘slow’ wasn’t going to happen – he was too sexually revved up now. ‘I changed my mind.’
He tossed her legs over his shoulders, notched the head of his dick inside her, splayed a palm on the bed either side of her head, and roughly rolled his hips forward – burying every inch of himself in her pussy.
She sucked in a breath, her hands flying up to grip his forearms, her nails stabbing hard. ‘Fuck, you’re deep.’
‘I’m gonna go even deeper.’ He pounded into her, his pace nothing short of ferocious. He felt her body strain; knew she’d be rising to meet every thrust if she could have moved. In this position, trapped beneath him, she could only take.
Moans eased out of that carnal mouth still swollen from blowing him. Her breasts bounced prettily with each forceful dig of his cock. Her pussy, so hot and tight . . . he didn’t think he could ever get enough of it. Enough of her.
He curled over her a little more, snarling against her temple. ‘I’m gonna fuck you on the next full moon. Knot you.’ Knotting always – and only ever – occurred during full moons. ‘You’ll feel my dick swelling inside you. It’ll lock deep. So deep my come will stay right where I fucking put it.’
She hissed, stabbing her nails harder into his skin – just shy of drawing blood.
‘I’ll do it, Emberlyn. Don’t fucking doubt it.’ He took her harder, sliding his shaft over her clit; feeling her pussy spasm and tighten.
‘Ripper,’ she rasped. Then her release hit her, dazed her, dragged a scream from her throat as her pussy strangled him.
He hammered into her once, twice, and then erupted inside her – his release amplified by the knowledge that he wasn’t filling a condom this time, he was filling her.
Shaking with aftershocks, Ripper lowered her legs and settled his body over hers. He nuzzled her neck, breathing her in. She still smelled of him. He wondered if she’d noticed that his scent took longer to fade now – an indication that it had become embedded deeper into her skin. A thought he liked.
Her fingers sifted through his hair. ‘I have to say something,’ she said, her voice languid but also . . . cautious. ‘It may or may not spoil the mood, depending on if your personal views line up with mine.’
He lifted his head to meet her gaze, struggling to read it. ‘Okay.’
‘By scent-marking each other, we silently agreed to exclusivity, right?’
‘Right.’ If she was considering changing that, he wouldn’t be fucking pleased.
‘You mentioned the next full moon, and . . . Look, I know what they do to your kind. I know they make you seriously hypersexual and it isn’t easy to maintain control. Some werewolves have the attitude that what happens on full moons doesn’t count; that if they sleep with someone other than their partners or mates, it should be understood and forgiven. I disagree. If that’s an issue for you, if you want the freedom to go with the flow on full moons, okay. But if that’s the case—’
‘It isn’t. There are wolves who use full moons as an excuse to fuck around.’ And it was an excuse. ‘I’m not one of them.’
She drew in a subtle breath. ‘Okay.’
As a thought entered his mind, he felt his eyes narrow. ‘Did Michael consider it an excuse?’
Emberlyn tensed, surprised his mind had gone there. Everybody liked Michael; considered him a ‘good man’. One so good he’d never do anything as awful as cheat on his mate. The prospect wouldn’t even occur to them. It hadn’t occurred to her, either.