Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99935 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Really, really hot.
It wasn’t a conscious thought. One minute there was distance between us, and the next I shot forward and crushed my lips against Ronin’s.
“Hmmph!” Ronin tore away, knocking over his chair and almost ending up on the floor right next to it. “What are you doing?! Not me!”
Quickly, before I could pounce on him again, he turned on Tristan and shouted, “Desiderium!”
Ronin looking at Tristan made me look at Tristan, and just like that... he was all I could see.
The werewolf shouted something at Ronin and tried to outrun the cloud, but it tracked him like a homing beacon.
He launched over the desk in desperation and crashed to the floor. I was up and running before he picked himself up, locked eyes with me, and growled.
I launched off the bottom step and flew at him—grabbing his shoulders and almost dropping him back on the floor.
Well, maybe not almost. Tristan was sturdier than a tree trunk. Grabbing my hips, he caught and spun me—slamming me down on the desk.
We tore at each other’s clothes, practically ripping them to shreds. The part of my mind that governed rational thought and actions was working just fine. It was telling me that having sex with the guy I was freezing out in the middle of a full classroom was not a good idea!
It was reminding me that Ronin’s revenge to a little finger up the butthole was not equal, and letting him get away with this with a smirk on his face was the last thing I should do!
It was also reminding me that Sabrina mentioned a little something about werewolves mating just fine with regular human women— No, not just fine! They mate even better with us—freely popping out a litter of fleshy puppies!
If you’re really going to do this, get a condom! she screamed.
I could hear her loud and clear. Moreso, I could stop. I could say no. I could walk away right then. As burningly fierce as the desire coursing through my veins was, I knew it wasn’t stronger than my will.
“Compulsion magic can’t compete with an ironclad will.”
If Kazuya hadn’t said it before, I would’ve known it then. I could stop—
—I just really didn’t fucking want to.
Sabrina slithered away when my too-tight popcorn shirt went flying, mumbling about foolish humans and their terrible taste in mating partners.
I didn’t know what the flip she was talking about.
The wind blew out of my lungs gazing into Tristan’s darkening eyes. Soft, curling locks fell over his damp brow, and every muscle in his perfect, broad shoulders strained with the effort to not ravage me even harder than he already was.
There was nothing terrible about this mating partner. Frankly, it was a miracle Tristan was allowed to leave the werewolf women’s secret compound when he visited two years before. If male and female werewolves really couldn’t have sex outside of designated mating times, then Tristan should thank the burning skies that a couple of nubile, young maidens didn’t kidnap and lock him in their sex dungeon.
His eyes darkened. By Thor, he was perfect in that tight tee pulled taut over his rigid muscles. Soft locks fell over his lined brow, drawing me to his eyes—which burned me where I sat.
Rising up, I grasped his shoulders and smashed our lips together—clashing our tongues in a furious battle of moans and bruised lips.
I reached between us, palming his impressive and ridiculously hard length. Once again, the rational part of my brain wouldn’t shut up. That’s not a penis, it’s a weapon of vaginal destruction!
That sounded good to me.
My body tingled from head to toe. I swore all he had to do was blow on me and I’d come like a firehose. My nipples were standing at attention, ready to salute. My hole was swimming. My knees were shaking. And we were only just getting started.
I broke away panting like I ran ten miles, and Tristan was no better.
Rough pants heaved his chest too. “Last chance to stop me,” he growled—his rough voice making my middle painfully contract.
I opened my mouth, and said two words, “Do it.”
And those words were barely out before he snapped my head back and slammed his lips on mine again.
Sunbursts exploded behind my eyes, blanketing my pink-clouded mind in warm, white light. Despite the room full of people watching us, ignoring us, messing on their phones, or dropping their heads down to doze off—I didn’t see anything or anyone but Tristan.
The man devoured me like he was starving—tongues battling, mouths clashing, moans pouring down our throats.
Crash!
Tristan shoved everything on his desk to the floor, laying me flat out. The way he looked at me...
Honestly, if he’d given me that look earlier, it wouldn’t have mattered if Sabrina was venomous, I wouldn’t have let a bite from her stop me from devouring him.