Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
My knees were weak, and I shivered, feeling hot and then cold all at the same time. I could feel his body heat seep into me, which caused my nipples to strain against the material of my shirt even more painfully. I wanted his hot mouth sucking on the peaks, easing the burn I felt. My mating heat rushed through me especially hard in that moment, harder than it ever had since I started feeling it.
He growled, inhaled deeply as if he smelled it. He does. God, he can sense it, smell it, feel my heat rushing through my blood. He knows my pussy is soaked for him, knows my uterus is clenching with the need to take hold of his seed.
“You’re suffering. Let your mate do what he was born to do and ease you,” he growled, his arousal unhidden.
I closed my eyes and breathed out when I felt Kasias move his thumb along my bottom lip. It was such a soft action, something that looked and felt like it would go against the very makeup of this primal male.
And his touch made me hotter. God, it made me want to just bend over a piece of furniture, pull my pants and panties down for him, and let him do whatever the hell he wanted.
Who is this girl I’ve become, and what has my mate done to me?
6
Penny
“Tell me you crave me like no other,” he whispered gruffly, and I felt his voice move through me.
“You know I do,” I whispered back honestly.
“Tell me,” he said with a dominance that surrounded him.
I let out a harsh breath and said exactly what he wanted… and exactly what I wanted to tell him. “I’ve never wanted a male. Ever. Until you.” I opened my eyes when I heard how my voice shook. “You’re the only male I crave.”
“I’m the only male you’ll ever fucking crave for the rest of your life.” He bared his teeth after that. “Just as you’re the only female who will ever know my touch. Who has ever known my touch.”
I wanted to close my eyes again and just let his voice wash through me, but I wanted to stare into his eyes even more.
“And no male has ever known what you feel like, taste like,” he said and leaned in closed, “sound like when you’re pleasured. Isn’t that right?”
I nodded slowly, the air sawing in and out of my lungs now. “Never. Only you.”
“Only. Fucking. Me.”
And then he slammed his mouth down on mine and fucked me there. My first kiss. My first everything. He cupped my neck, his massive hands encompassing each side of my throat, his thumbs pressed to my pulse point so he could feel how fast it was racing.
His mouth was like fire, like a wildfire raging through every square inch of me until there was nothing left and I was burned and withered yet aching for more. His mouth, his tongue, his entire being ravished me completely until there was no place that wasn’t marked by the male. And all I could do was grip his shoulders, curl my nails into his firm, strong flesh, and let him control the situation.
He broke the kiss and replaced his lips where one of his hands had been, gently biting the skin where my neck met my shoulder. It was such an animalistic and primal action, so very alpha, that I couldn’t help but moan and let my head fall back and to the side to give him better access.
I offered him my throat in a purely submissive move.
“That’s it, my female. Submit to me, give me that sweet little pussy all soaking wet and hungry for my dick.”
I gasped from his profanity but yearned for more of it.
I didn’t want to wait any longer, so I found myself pressing my chest to his, all but rubbing myself against him, the friction causing a gasp to leave me. He growled low, slid his hands down to my waist, and gripped me so tightly I knew there would be marks come morning. Hell, I knew he’d mark me up real good, purple and blue fingerprints all along my skin, his seed between my thighs, his bite mark on my neck. And I wanted all of that.
He spun us around so fast my head spun. I felt the cold, hard wood of the front door at my back, and his harder, warm chest against mine. I placed my hands flat on the wood, breathing in and out, wanting all our clothes off, because they felt too itchy, too unbearable.
“I need…” I didn’t know if I could get the words out. God, I didn't know if I could keep them in. “I need my clothes off.”
He growled and broke the kiss he continuously gave my neck, and in one sudden move, he tore my shirt from my body. The sound of fabric ripping had me sucking in a breath. The chilled air greeted my chest, and then my bra was next, pulled from my body, digging into my flesh right before the material gave way and was a tattered mess on the floor.