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)
Branches shuddered with the breeze that raked through and rustled his fur. Brambles and bushes shook as small forest creatures scampered into their burrows. The scents of greenery, animal scat and a hint of ozone laced the air.
Grass slid over his legs as he ran and ran, enjoying the burn in his muscles. He smelled a deer nearby but ignored the temptation to hunt. The temptation of Emberlyn was stronger.
Finally, he arrived at the manor. He nudged open the gate with his head and trotted up the path. His claws scrabbled the porch steps and deck.
He was about to paw at the door, but it swung open. No Emberlyn stood on the other side. He padded into the house, dumped his duffel and then followed her scent, tracking her to the kitchen. She stood near the sink in a silky, mid-length robe . . . and quite possibly nothing else.
She blinked as she noticed him. ‘The house let you in again, huh. Don’t shift just yet.’ She squatted in front of him. ‘Damn, you’re huge.’
He stood still as she petted him – weaving her fingers through his fur, lightly rubbing at his ears, stroking his back and flank.
Needing to touch her in return, he began to shift back.
She rose to her feet and edged away slightly, giving him room. And once he was stood before her, she smiled wickedly and dropped her robe.
Fuck, she was naked. A punch of sexual hunger hit his lower stomach and made his body tighten.
His mouth went dry as he looked his fill. She was a fucking vision. Sensual and perfect and his.
Need crawled all over him, elemental and oppressive. It demanded satiation. His cock turned so thick and heavy it ached.
Her gaze dropped to his dick, her fingers clenched, her tongue flicked out to touch her lower lip—
And his control splintered into a thousand pieces.
He was on her in an instant, snatching her hips to haul her to him as he closed his mouth over hers. He thrust his tongue inside and lashed her own. She gave as good as she got, her hands grabbing at his shoulders.
Slanting his head, Ripper drove his tongue deeper, took the kiss up several notches. It quickly turned hot and hungry and wild.
He slid his hands over her. She was soft and warm and malleable under his palms, like melted wax. He dug in his fingers, wishing he could leave his prints all over her.
Lust scorched his insides and flowed through his every vein. Hunger and possession. So fucking much possession – a drive to take and dominate and mark. It invigorated him, like a shot of adrenaline.
He let her feel the prick of his claws, knowing she liked it. Her breath hitched, and she moaned into his mouth. The sound wrapped around his cock and squeezed.
He reached down and rubbed her clit between two of his fingers. Rolled it. Thumbed it. Pressed on it. Circled it with the tip of his finger. Rubbed it again. Lathered her slickness all over it. Kept toying with it until he was sure she was ready for him . . . because he wasn’t going to be anything close to gentle.
Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he snatched her head to the side to expose her throat and licked his way up the lifegiving vein there. He put his mouth to her ear and said, ‘You’re gonna get so fucked. I will use you until it hurts, Emberlyn. That’s what little playthings are for.’
Emberlyn gasped as – in one swift, unceremonious move – he spun her to face the table and then bent her over it. Well.
It would be a lie to say that it annoyed her. In truth, she’d come to crave this. The pulling, the grabbing, the manhandling, the taking. It was all done with a frenzied desperation and intoxicating entitlement.
His body curled over hers, heat pouring off him. He always burned hot, but this was different. She’d swear she could toast bread on him.
‘Don’t move a fucking inch,’ he ordered, his pitch low, the gritty quality in his voice at an all-time high. The authority secreted in his tone snatched her focus and seized her compliance.
In general, he treated her as an equal – but not in the bedroom. Here, he demanded control. Knew that she wanted to surrender it.
A calloused hand palmed her pussy from behind, and then two strong fingers drove deep. His rough groan was one of masculine appreciation and it tightened her nipples to hard little points. ‘Wet.’
He straightened. His fingers disappeared. A palm pressed down on her back. The broad tip of his cock pushed into her.
And then he slammed home.
Her head shot up at the shock of his abrupt possession – it sent a dart of fire streaking up her inner walls, making her hiss through her teeth. ‘Coulda warned me.’