Spiral of Need Read Online Suzanne Wright (Mercury Pack #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Funny, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Mercury Pack Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 108368 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 542(@200wpm)___ 433(@250wpm)___ 361(@300wpm)
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Shit, he wanted to taste her, but he didn’t have the control to hold back any longer. “I need to be in you.” Needed it so badly he practically shook with it. Gripping her wrists, he pinned her hands above her head. “Look at me.” The second her eyes met his, he slammed into her. He groaned as her pussy clamped around him. Tight. Slick. Hot. Perfect. He watched where their bodies were joined as he withdrew from her pussy before then driving himself balls deep inside her. “I like seeing my cock in you.”

Ally struggled against his restraining hands as he frantically pounded in and out of her. But even as both she and her wolf balked at being dominated that way, Ally was curling her legs around his hips and arching into his fevered thrusts. “Let go of my hands,” she snarled.

His upper lip curled, and his grip on her wrists tightened. “No.”

“Now, Derren.” Instead, he upped his pace. She snapped her teeth, grazing his chin. “I said let go.” He didn’t.

As Ally kicked at him, cursing and growling, Derren found that he didn’t mind the challenge, didn’t mind if she fought his dominance. “No. You like me pinning you down.” It was a taunt that made her growl. “And you like me fucking you hard, don’t you, baby? You like having my cock in you.”

As his mouth clamped around her pulse and sucked hard enough to mark, she growled, “Don’t you dare brand me!” The bastard bit her. Worse, his teeth didn’t release her as he hammered into her. But the fight left Ally as her orgasm barreled into her with such force that she thought she’d black out.

As she screamed, and her pussy rippled around his cock, Derren cursed against her neck. Driving his cock as deep as he could go, he exploded inside her. Filled her. And a deep sense of masculine satisfaction settled into both Derren and his wolf.

For long moments, neither he nor Ally spoke. It was Ally who broke the silence. “You bit me.” And her wolf liked it, the traitor.

“So I did.” He started to withdraw . . . but Derren found he couldn’t leave her body yet. He smoothly plunged back inside with a groan. “Again.”

Derren shouldn’t have been at all surprised to wake up and find himself alone. After another round on the kitchen floor, he and Ally had migrated to the bedroom, where he’d made her come all over his tongue before they’d crashed. Sometime later, he’d woken up and taken her again. He’d intended to reach for her yet again, but she was gone.

Seeing that it was still dark out, he made his way to the kitchen, where he pulled on his jeans before going in search of her. He found her exactly where he knew he would: in the hammock. Her face was scrunched up in pain, and she was squirming restlessly. It was something he’d seen her do in her sleep many times before.

Protectiveness surged through him, and his wolf whined in concern. Derren crouched before her and pressed a light kiss to her mouth. Her eyelids flickered open, but her gaze was cloudy and faraway. He had the feeling she wasn’t properly awake, wasn’t really seeing him. “You’re safe, baby,” he murmured. Wherever she went in her sleep, it wasn’t safe.

“I couldn’t get out,” she muttered so quietly it was a wonder he heard her. “I couldn’t get out to warn them.” Then her eyelids closed once more.

He didn’t know what the hell that meant, but he did know he wasn’t leaving her out here alone. Scooping her into his arms, he settled into the hammock with her draped over him. He played his fingers through her hair and smoothed his other hand down her back, relishing that he could touch her as he pleased. It . . . steadied him, soothed him somehow.

All the time he’d spent holding back, resisting the urge to touch her, had been agonizing in a way that made no damn sense. It had left him mentally and physically on edge . . . as if he’d been suffering from a lack of skin-to-skin contact for years. But the only touch he’d been starved of was hers. And he’d felt it acutely.

If he didn’t know for a fact that she was someone else’s mate, Derren would have wondered if she was his. It would have explained the hint of possessiveness that had been there from the beginning. Would have explained his wolf’s obsession with her. Would have explained the depth of Derren’s hunger for her.

He’d never wanted any female—hell, anything—the way he wanted Ally Marshall. Had never before felt like he’d go insane if he didn’t have this one thing.

Now that Derren had finally had her, now that he knew what it was like to be in her and have her come apart around him, his hunger should have technically eased. It hadn’t. The raw, razor-sharp need was still as overpowering as before. One night with her wasn’t enough.


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