Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
As the day goes on, and we meet people whose names I doubt I will ever be able to remember, and Skor and Thorn are taken off to learn about their duties, because all my mates will have positions in the royal household, Krall pulls me aside, taking me to the suite we have been assigned.
It is big and fancy and the furniture looks like the kind I’m going to probably ruin by accident, but the bed is a lovely big one with soft silk coverlets of white and gold.
“This is where we are going to live, Tabby,” Krall says. “This is going to be your home.”
I wonder why I ever thought to resist it. I should have run here as soon as possible when they told me where we were going. But I was afraid. I thought life was made up of darkness and monsters and though they were terrible, they were what I knew.
“What do you think of it?”
“I think it’s beautiful,” I say honestly.
He kisses me with a gentle possessive passion, and I melt into him. The quiet passion between us sparks. Skor might be my darkest mate, but Krall is the one I have clashed with the most. From the very beginning, he and I have been at odds. I have resisted his dominance, and he has done everything in his power to break me to his will.
The kiss deepens and I find myself grinding against his leg. The dress feels too restrictive right now.
“Are you going to be a good girl for me here?” He murmurs the question in my ear. “Are you going to let your wolf daddy breed your sweet wild pussy?”
I let out a soft moan under my breath, so excited by his words I can barely contain myself.
He slides the zip of the dress down my back and lets the garment fall from my body like a second skin. I step out of my shoes and am entirely naked, a fact he takes advantage of as he grips my hair and pushes me down to my knees, freeing his cock.
I look up at him with soft eyes as he guides the head of his thick rod into my mouth, sliding it deep to the back of my throat before pulling it out.
“This is where Daddy is going to teach you how to be civilized,” he says, his tone deep and gravelly and full of lust. “You are going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
I feel myself getting wet as I suck his cock. The way he is speaking to me is so sweet and filthy, I am confused into intense arousal.
I want him to fuck me. I want him to take me.
And that is exactly what he does. Once he has entertained himself using my mouth, he pulls me up and lays me on the bed below him, slowly stripping his fancy clothes from his rough body. Muscle and scars. That’s what he is.
He looks down at me, his gaze running over the length of my naked body. “You are exquisite,” he says. “You are the most beautiful little thing I have ever seen, and you are mine. All mine. I know the others have their way with you. I know Skor has claimed you and defiled you. I know Thorn’s eager loving has pleased you. But this, Tabby?” He leans down, his eyes boring into mine. “What is between us? You know it, don’t you.”
He rubs his fingers over my wet slit as he speaks to me, circling my clit with practiced agility. I let out soft little moans and my hips rise and fall with animal desperation.
“I am the alpha of this little pack. And you know it. This pussy knows it.” He runs his teeth down the side of my neck. “Your womb knows it, too. You’re Daddy’s little breeding bitch, aren’t you?”
His rough words make me absolutely desperate for his cock. Skor has defiled me, he’s right about that. Skor made sex something twisted and perverted. He branded his essence on my soul.
But Krall is here to redeem me, and he does so with the natural dominance of an older alpha who doesn’t need to demonstrate his prowess anymore. Krall has nothing to prove to anyone.
I spread my legs and the hard line of his cock slides down my pussy. He’s not inside me yet, but he is making me absolutely desperate for it.
“Tell me,” he growls. “Tell me who you are.”
“I’m yours,” I say, my voice trembling with need.
“Yes, you are. And who am I?” He captures my chin gently and turns my face to his.
I know what he wants me to say, but it’s too loaded a word. It makes me too soft, and too small. It makes me feel vulnerable in a way I never felt vulnerable before, even when I was small.