Gentle Scars (To Be Claimed #2) Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters, Vampires Tags Authors: , Series: To Be Claimed Series by W. Winters
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 200(@200wpm)___ 160(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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“Fucking delicious.”

She smiles with satisfaction and returns to touching herself. Her head leans back against the stall as she moans and squirms. Her pace picks up as two fingers brush along her clit and dip into her entrance over and over. I watch her in rapture as she brings herself to the edge of her climax. Her mouth gapes and her shoulders spasm as she finds her release. She screams out my name before sagging against the wall of the shower.

My name.

It’s the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen. Sitting patiently on my heels with my hands firmly pressed against my thighs, I wait for her to come down from the aftershocks. I wish I was holding her and she had gotten off on my tongue. Next time. Her next orgasm will be mine.

As if she read my mind, she backs up against the tiled wall and beckons me into the shower with a playful smirk. Rising slowly, I carefully navigate my large frame into the shower, crowding the space and hovering over her tiny body. She takes my face in her hands and I lower my lips to hers. My tongue brushes along the seam of her lips and she parts them for me, her hot tongue massaging mine. I growl into her mouth and rest my forearms on either side of her head against the wall, caging her in as I kiss her with every ounce of passion I have. Her arms wrap around my waist, her fingers splayed against my ass, pulling me closer to her. She breaks our kiss and moans a contented sigh as my erection digs into her soft belly. Ducking her head and stepping under my arm, she reaches for a small bottle of body wash.

“Have you learned your lesson?” She lathers the soap in her hands before massaging it over my body. Her fingers linger over my chiseled chest and play in the small bit of hair below my abs, trailing down to my cock. I nod and tell her, “Yes.”

She makes a sound like she’s pleased and stands on her tiptoes to kiss the crook of my neck. “Good boy.” Her hot breath tickles my throat as her sharp fangs skim along the sensitive flesh. She hastily turns away from me and applies more soap to her hands. Twirling a finger, she commands me to turn. Her hands knead my muscles as she lathers more soap onto my skin. Every little touch from her is heaven. My mate. I’m still in awe.

She hums as she washes every inch of my body except my raging erection.

My mate is a fucking tease.

At that realization she commands, “Turn.”

I obey slowly, turning to face her. She gets onto her tiptoes to wash my hair, her breasts pressing against my hard chest. Fuck, I love it though. My arms wrap around her small waist as she massages my scalp with her nails. Her touch relaxes me.

“You like calling me pup?” I ask her, planting a small kiss on her temple.

Her smile is soft and playful. “You’re at least a foot taller than me … I think I love calling you pup.”

Love. She’s demanding, controlling and there’s a reason for the way she is … but she wants to be with me. To be my mate. She offers no protest at all and I know damn well she knows what this means. “Do you like it?” she questions in a whisper.

“Mmm.” I murmur into the crook of her neck as I grind my dick into her stomach, loving the skin-on-skin contact. The touch reminds me how much I fucking need my release. She lets out a small, feminine snicker, but otherwise ignores my not-so-subtle hint.

She steps toward the back of the shower and instructs me to rinse. I chuckle, loving the way she orders me around like she owns me. She really fucking does own me. What’s worse is that she knows it. I let the hot water hit me and rinse the suds from my body, but I don’t linger. I want my mate. I need more of her touch. With a single stride toward her, I cage her in like before. I move to kiss her soft, supple lips, but her finger at my mouth stops me inches away from her face. “Bedtime, wolf.” Bed. Absolutely.

“Yes, Mistress.” My response is paired with a grin and I lean forward to kiss her cheek. A blush runs through her chest and up to her face. The slight pink hue looks beautiful on her olive complexion. I dry off as quickly as possible and the soft cotton against my still-hard dick is enough to have me on my knees. God, I can’t wait to get off. Hopefully it’ll be in her tight little cunt. I lick my lips, remembering the mouthwatering taste.


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