Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Finally, I came all the way down and he bottomed out inside me. I could feel every inch of him—the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Good girl,” he praised me again. “You’ve got every inch of me inside you now—everything but my knot.”
“I…I still don’t know how I’ll take the knot,” I panted. “I’m already so…so full.”
“You’ll open up as you ride me and get more of my precum inside you,” he told me. “Go on, sweetheart—whenever you’re ready.”
I sat a little longer but soon I felt ready to go further. Slowly, I began to move—a tentative rocking of my hips—and the friction made us both groan.
“God, baby—don’t stop,” Kor groaned. “You feel so fucking good around me.”
I rose up slightly, then sank back down, taking a little more this time. The burn was a memory, replaced by a deep, stretching fullness that made my eyes roll back in my head with pure pleasure.
“More,” I heard myself beg. “I want… want to feel more of you inside me, Kor. Want you to knot me.”
“I will soon, but you have to get used to this first,” he growled. “Take it, Vivienne. Ride me—fuck your sweet little pussy on my cock.”
With a moan, I braced my hands on his shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscle as I began to move in earnest. Up and down…up and down…each stroke stretching my inner walls to the limit.
I watched Kor’s face as I moved—the clench of his jaw…the hunger in his eyes…the way he watched my body take his. I could feel his knot beginning to press against my entrance with each downward stroke—a thick, insistent pressure that made my moans grow louder and my movements grow more frantic.
“You feel that?” he asked hoarsely, his hand finding my hips and squeezing hard. “That’s my knot, baby. Next time you sink down, I’m gonna push it into you—gonna lock us together and breed you all night long. Are you ready? Ready to be mine?”
“Yes!” I moaned, working my hips as I rode him harder…deeper. “Oh Goddess, yes, Kor. I want you to knot me—I want you to breed me!”
“Good girl,” he growled. “Ride me hard and take me deep.”
I was so close. I could feel the tension coiling at the base of my spine, my inner muscles beginning to flutter and clench around him. My rhythm was becoming almost desperate, I needed him so badly.
“Yes,” I sobbed. “Yes, Kor, please, knot me, breed me, I’m yours, I’m—”
And then the world exploded—not in pleasure, but in sound and blinding, searing light.
FORTY-FIVE
VIVIENNE
The bedroom door burst inward with a splintering crash that shook the walls. Shadows filled the doorway, then resolved into hulking forms. Harris Murdoch stood at the front, a vicious grin splitting his still-bruised face. In his hand was a small, black camera.
“Say cheese!” he exclaimed, his voice triumphant and hateful.
A searing white flash filled the dim room, and I screamed, throwing a hand up over my eyes, utterly blinded and disoriented.
Kor roared—a sound of pure, animal fury. I felt him surge up beneath me, trying to shield me, to put himself between me and the threat at the door.
“Get the pup!” Harris barked. “Get him!”
Hands—rough, angry hands—grabbed Kor, hauling him out from under me.
I tumbled to the side, naked and exposed on the tangled sheets.
I saw Kor lash out, his fist connecting with a jaw with a sickening crack. One of the men staggered back. But there were too many of them—four, five Alphas—men I recognized from the town. Their faces were hard, set in lines of disgust and a kind of grim excitement.
“Hold him!” Harris snarled. “Hold him down and shoot ‘im!”
Someone at the back of the crowd raised an arm and I heard a soft, sinister phfft sound as something small whizzed through the air, too fast for me to see what it was.
Kor stiffened and his furious snarl cut off into a choked gasp. He looked down, confused, at the small, feathered dart now protruding from the hard plane of his chest.
“Kor!” I cried, still too horrified to even move from the bed.
His eyes, wide and blazing with shock, found mine across the chaotic room. His lips formed my name—Vivienne—but no sound came out. Then his eyes lost focus and his knees buckled. He sagged heavily into the men holding him, a dead weight, his head lolling forward.
“No!” I screamed, scrambling across the bed on my hands and knees. “Kor! What did you do to him?!”
Harris was already on me. He grabbed my arm, yanking me off the bed with brutal, wrenching force. I stumbled, naked, trying to cover myself with my hands. He wrenched my arms behind my back, and I felt the bite of rough, braided rope as he tied my wrists together, the knots pulling tight with a finality that seared my skin.