Bite Marks (The Lycans #5) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The Lycans Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 99285 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 496(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
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As much as I’d prefer to be alone right now, I was in the middle of a nightclub, so having men come up and try to dance with me wasn’t exactly a shock. And although I didn’t like when they touched me, put their hands on my shoulders, down my arms, or gripped my waist, as long as they didn’t try anything else, I gritted through the uncomfortable sensations and focused on me.

After a while, his hands slid down my sides and found purchase on my hips. He tried to pull me back against him, but I held my place and dug my feet more firmly into the floor. Thankfully he took the hint and didn’t try bringing me closer—or so I thought. A moment later his warm, alcohol-smelling breath wafted along the side of my neck, the scent of sweat so strong on him that it was almost too much to bear.

“God, you’re hot.” He tried pulling me back again. I was about to disengage the situation altogether, when suddenly his body was off mine so forcefully I stumbled forward.

A wave of dizziness assaulted me, and I turned around, but I didn’t see anyone but couples grinding together. A second later the wave of bodies ate up the minuscule space that had been left by my “dance partner.”

That same tingling on the back of my neck I’d felt all night was back again and fiercer than ever. But no matter where I looked, I couldn’t find the source.

I did a slow circle, and although no one was watching me, I swore they were, hidden among all these bodies, camouflaged in plain sight.

And then I felt someone move close behind me. It wasn’t the sensation of a wayward dancer coming up to me. It was a strong presence that caused me to be hot and cold all in the same breath. It was painful and… something more.

I was about to turn around when large hands cupped my waist. I looked down and saw how big and long the fingers were, how his palms were so broad they nearly engulfed my abdomen.

And then I was struck by the sensation of… everything. No disgust, no discomfort.

I was pulled back and connected with a very hard, very broad chest. My eyes closed on their own. I couldn't breathe, my head fuzzy, dizzy. My body was alive, as if electricity was moving up and down my arms and legs.

I wanted to figure out why I felt like this for the first time in my life, but everything short-circuited. It was a sensation overload. It had me leaning back against this stranger and feeling his fingers tighten against my hip bones. It had me absorbing how good it sounded when I heard him breathe deeply beside my ear.

He smelled incredible, spicy and dark, with hints of a metallic aroma that reminded me of something, but my mind was too sluggish to put a name to it.

We started moving far too slowly to go with the beat of the music but in a way that was wholly sexual. And I didn’t have it in me to stop. In fact, I found myself leaning back fully, my head resting on his chest, his hands painfully—and so perfectly—gripping me around my hips as he kept me in place.

I could feel how hard he was for me, his erection like an iron rod digging against my back. And for the first time in my life, I felt the rush of desire, the heat of arousal… wetness spilling from between my thighs.

I was vaguely aware of my hair being pushed over one shoulder, and as if my body was working on an instinctive level, I tipped my head to the side. I bared my throat and closed my eyes as we continued to move slowly together. The more seconds that passed, the more intimate and sexual the dancing became.

I started breathing harder, sweat trickling down the valley of my breasts, down the length of my spine. And then his lips were at the side of my throat, moving slowly up and down, lapping at the no-doubt saltiness of my perspiration right over my pulse point. It was pleasure and pain, softness and sharpness, as I felt the scrape of his teeth along the hollow right beneath my ear.

And I want more.

There was a sharp sting at my neck, and I gasped, not from pain but from the burst of pleasure I felt from it. Even over the loud music, I heard his growl, felt the vibrations from it as if he was just as turned on as I was.

The world shifted as I was suddenly turned around, my hands instinctively flattening on the hard planes of his chest while I tipped my head back, and back, back until I could look into his face. God, he’s so big, so tall. His shoulders were broad, his chest so wide it blocked out everything else behind him.


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