Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
A deep, vibrating rumble rolls out of him while his mouth closes over the mate mark, making my body go gooey as sensations shuttle through me.
I’m dazed when he turns my body so we’re facing one another. The look in his eyes makes my knees buckle. But that’s okay, because he’s lifting me by my hips now to set me on the counter. His hand on my breast begins to knead as his thumb caresses my nipple. He pulls me closer to the edge of the counter with his other hand, then begins to explore between my legs.
I’m immediately slippery, which is so, so strange to me. He plays for a moment as I’m focused on sensation and quickly gasping as his hand leaves my breast, feeling almost disappointed that he stopped what he was doing there until I realize why. He’s freed his erection from his jogging pants and now he’s filling me. Filling me, pulling sounds from me, making me feel those amazing sensations again.
He lifts me and kisses me on the mouth as he carries me through to the family room, his erection still deep in me as he moves us.
It feels inexplicably good.
We’re on the soft furniture, him on top of me, and I find myself fascinated with the expressions on his face, with the sensations inside myself as I feel this odd, new connection we have expanding even further. My mate drives into me over and over while he stares straight into my soul.
There’s so much power within him. Not just his physical strength, either. He has this larger-than-life light about him. This is true alpha confidence, I think - a combination of inner and outer strength. Wisdom. Awareness. I can’t decode all my feelings I’m feeling, but they feel massive. So big I’m afraid I can’t contain them all.
The connection between our gazes is terrifying. And beautiful. If I’d known this was really a possibility for me, I’d have spent my life searching for it. This is such a surprise. Such a beautiful, overwhelming surprise.
He expands within me, and the tremors begin, pulsing inside in a way that has my body bucking as I hold on tight.
Greyson starts working on my mate mark with his tongue again, making me whimper. I can’t get over how sensitive the spot is. I grip his muscled back and enjoy the strength of him, the heat of his body, the safety I feel right now.
Burying my face into his throat, I feel the sudden urge to mark him, too. To leave my own imprint on him. I push the thought away, unsure how he would react to my teeth.
“You feel so fucking good, Stacy,” he rumbles against my throat, before he attacks my mouth with his again, strong lips coaxing mine open, then slipping his tongue in just enough to touch mine. I follow his actions by copying them and it seems to drive him wild. His hands are in my hair as the vibrations continue to thrum against very sensitive places inside me.
Oh, my stars. My heart races. My body writhes. My very soul croons a song about the glory of Greyson Blackwood’s knot.
He’s grunting while he rocks me into the couch with his pelvis, then he lets out a load rumbling roar before he stills on top of me.
I’m staring at the ceiling, tears pricking my eyes as the sensations ebb while my hands feel the goosebumps on his back.
His cock slips out of me, but instead of moving away like most men do at this point, his mouth presses kisses to my throat again. He begins to purr as he flips us so that I’m on top of him. I snuggle in.
His hand caresses my behind as he presses his lips to my forehead, and he’s catching his breath. He’s feeling things, too. Like I am.
“I can’t believe I thought sex was something to just…endure. When you have it with your fated mate, it’s so different,” I blurt, nuzzling into his warmth, feeling happy at the feel of his strong arms around me. “You don't need lubrication and you’re not even rushing to get away from me now that it’s over. Cuddling. Who knew I would like cuddling with an alpha?” I giggle. But it dies fast because something’s wrong. His body is stiff now. I look at his face. His eyes are angry. His jaw muscles are bulging as he grits his teeth. His nostrils are flared.
I feel the change in him on the inside, too.
Uh oh.
He speaks in a low, angry tone, not unlike the tone he used when he caught me after I fired that gun. “I don’t know how to say this without upsetting you, babe, so I’ll just come out with it and we’ll sort it out here and now. I do not ever, fucking ever, want to hear about you, my mate, having sex with anybody. Ever. Don’t give a fuck that it was before we met, don’t give a shit that I’m better at it. The notion of anybody’s hands on you makes me feel the need to inflict violence. It’s just you and me here, so I don’t wanna be inflicting violence. I wanna be here, with you, getting to know you intimately. Get me?”