When He’s Torn (The Olympus Pride #5) Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: The Olympus Pride Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128380 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 642(@200wpm)___ 514(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
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He groaned as she suddenly began bobbing her head faster, her lips tightening around him. “Jesus, baby.” He ground his teeth as the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. “Take me deeper. Fuck, yeah.”

Unable to help himself, he began jutting up his hips to meet her mouth. She didn’t pull back. She took it. Sucked even harder, as if determined to suck the come right out of his balls. Knowing he’d blow his load if he didn’t put an end to it now, he used his hold on her hair to snatch up her head. “Get over here and ride me.”

She pouted, her lips red and swollen. “Always so bossy in the mornings.”

Yeah, well, he didn’t really have the patience to do anything but rut on her when he woke hard as a rock. “You gonna make me wait?”

Straddling him, she positioned the broad tip of his dick at her entrance. “No. I want to come.” She dropped down on him.

He hissed as her pussy swallowed every inch of his dick, so gorgeously hot and slick he could live there. Heaven.

She planted her hands on his chest and began impaling herself on him over and over.

“That’s it, use my dick to get yourself off.” He reached out and palmed her breasts, wanting to feel them bounce in his hands as she rode him. His release would hit him soon. So would hers—he could sense through their bond how close she was to exploding.

Being so connected to her had taken some getting used to, but he liked it. Especially at moments such as these, where he could feel her rising pleasure; it amplified his own by a thousand, and vice versa.

A growl crawled up his throat as she briefly and deliberately tightened her inner muscles around his shaft. “Do that again.”

She did, smiling wickedly.

Feeling his balls tighten, he released one of her breasts and dove right for her clit. He rubbed it, rolled it, flicked it, plucked it.

Her glazed eyes turned glassier. Her face flushed deeper. Her downwards thrusts became frantic.

Then it happened. She threw her head back, choking on a scream as her pussy clenched and rippled around him.

As an echo of her orgasm danced down their bond, he grabbed her hips and started slamming her down on his cock, thrusting upward each time. His mind blanked as his release hit, making jets of come burst out of his cock and fill her.

Breathing hard, she let herself fall forward and sprawl over him. “I don’t know who I love more,” she slurred. “You, or your cock. You’re both so wonderful.”

He felt his lips kick up. “Me. You love me more.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” She began idly stroking his chest, petting and relaxing him in that way she sometimes did after sex—his cat looked forward to it. Her lips curved against his skin. “You’re purring. Such a pretty kitty.”

He bit her shoulder.

Her head shot up, and she glared at him. “Ow, that hurt.”

Using his fingertip to trace the claiming mark on her neck, he said, “It’s not nice to tease your mate.”

“It’s not nice to abruptly shove a finger up their butt during sex,” she shot back, “but you’ve done that to me more times than I can count.”

His mouth curving again, he skated a hand down her back to palm the aforementioned butt. “How can I resist when you have such a beautiful ass?” He doodled circles on the smooth globe, disappointed to find that the indentation of his teeth were gone. He’d bitten her last night, though not hard, so it was unsurprising that the mark had already healed. “And don’t act like you don’t like having my finger up there.”

“A little warning would go a long way, though.”

“But there’d be no fun in warning you.”

“So it’s revenge for how often I torment you?”

He pursed his lips. “Pretty much, yeah.”

“I can respect that. Revenge is good.”

Snickering, he loosely gathered her hair in his hands, loving how luxuriously soft it was. “You would say that.”

Humming, she pressed a kiss to his mouth. “I gotta go clean up. In fact, we both do.” She rose from the bed and stretched. “We need to eat, dress, and shower … though not in that order. We have a party to attend.”

Rising, he followed her into the bathroom. “I’m surprised Bree got Alex to agree to throw one. I mean, I know it’s to celebrate the birth of their daughter, but he’s not a guy who likes parties.” The wolverine was far too antisocial to enjoy them.

Nodding, she edged into the shower stall. “There isn’t much he wouldn’t do for Bree, though. He’s gone for her. Like you are me.”

Deke flicked up a brow as he joined her in the stall. “Gone, huh?”

“Yup.” She squealed as he switched on the shower, making cold water pour down on her. “You’re such an asshole!”


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