Alpha’s Vow (Shifter Ops #2) Read Online Renee Rose, Lee Savino

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Shifter Ops Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
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“Can’t say that I have,” he says, sounding surprised.

“So that’s two things you’ve let me do tonight that are firsts with women.” Oh God. I don’t know why I’m fishing for compliments. I guess it’s some universal fantasy—wanting to be the one who reforms the rake, a fantasy which we all know never happens in real life. If the rake does settle down, he becomes a cheater. I mean, a guy who loves women that much can’t go cold turkey.

Anyway. I don’t need to reform Lance. It’s a birthday one-night stand, and I have a plan:

Get this condom on

Ride his ‘wingman’ to multiple orgasms

Repeat until I pass out.

I’ll sleep well tonight, and I won’t miss him in the morning when he’s gone.

I roll the condom onto his erection, loving the way it stretches even longer in my fist. “A very happy birthday to me,” I murmur my approval.

“You like that? You haven’t even seen what I can do with it.”

I roll my eyes, which, of course, he can’t see in the dim light, but there’s no denying the thumping in my chest. My excitement to have him moving between my legs. I mentally thank Adele once more for encouraging me to indulge in this fling. It’s already been so worth it, and we haven’t even had intercourse yet.

I guide him to my entrance. I’m already more than ready, and the tip sinks in easily. Lance leans his hands on the bed above my shoulders and thrusts in, filling me. I gasp—not at the size of him, which I definitely feel, but at the rightness. It feels so good. Delicious. He eases back and pushes in again. My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure.

“Fuck, Charlie.”

I’m way too satisfied to hear the playboy losing control.

I rock my hips up to meet his thrusts. He plucks one of my nipples, staring down at me with an intensity that unnerves me, all the while sliding in and out of me like it’s the most important job he’s ever taken.

He lowers for a kiss, but then loses concentration. His mouth is suspended above mine, our breath mingling as he swallows my gasp.

I grip his muscled arms, leveraging my hips to snap up and meet his, trying to take him deeper, because I need more. So much more.

“Fuck,” he curses again. The leash on his control snaps and then he gives what he promised—fast and hard. Turns out the placement of his hands above my shoulders was strategic, because now they act as bumpers. Each time he thrusts, I surge upward against the bracketing of his wrists.

“Yes,” I gasp. It feels so good. Rough, but satisfying.

“Sorry,” he pants. His eyes seem to glow. I’m not sure what he’s apologizing for—maybe because he’s losing control. It’s not about my pleasure anymore, he’s seeking his own, and yet each desperate surge inside me stokes my own fire. My desire chases the release in perfect concert with his.

“More,” I gasp.

His eyes seem to glow even brighter. “Fuck.” He bucks harder, slams into me. He shifts back to stand on his knees, gripping my bent legs where thigh creases into hip to yank me into him. I swear he’ll split me in two. It’s ravenous.

Passion like I’ve never known. Never seen. Never experienced for myself, because yes, I feel it too. I want him deeper. I want him to destroy me with that cock, make me forget all my worries, all my plans, everything that keeps me rigid and uptight and forgetting how to live.

“Yes!” I encourage, in case he’s not sure how much I need it. “Lance… Lance.”

“Baby.” The word sounds broken on his lips. Like a lament. Like he can’t believe how lost he is in this moment. “I can’t… I need…” For a moment, I see the gleam of his canine teeth and from this angle, they seem longer and sharper than normal. He holds my hips and pummels in and out in short, quick strokes, slapping my ass with his loins, filling the room with the wanton sounds of sex.

“Ch-Charlie. Charlie.” He sounds alarmed. “Oh, fuck.” Lance lets out an animal-like growl as he thrusts in deep, and comes. He brings his thumb to my clit and rubs and I scream my finish, too, tightening and squeezing around his cock, my feet flying up to his shoulders.

The room spins. Or maybe the entire planet teeters. I’m not sure. I just know that I depart from the physical plane and spin off somewhere for who knows how long.

When I open my eyes again, Lance shivers and eases out. “You okay, angel?”

“Mmm. More than okay.” I’m floaty, but I roll over to watch Lance. Naked Lance is a sight to behold. And his smirk tells me he knows it.

He reaches down to grip his cock, and then his eyes widen. “Oh shit. Oh, Charlie. The condom broke.”


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