Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66480 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 332(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Does my little lioness like her lovin’ rough?” My voice was gravely and harsh, same as my grip on her hair.
Her eyes flashed with defiance and desire. "Maybe I do." She rolled her hips, grinding against my cock. "But don't think that means I'll let you run the show."
I tightened my grip in her hair, testing her limits. "Seems like I already am."
"Temporary situation," she purred, reaching between us to position my cock at her entrance. "I'm just letting you think you're in charge."
I growled, pulling her head back to expose her throat. "Protection," I managed to get out, even as she teased me with her slick heat.
"I’m clean," she breathed, her eyes locked on mine. "And I’m on birth control. You?"
"Clean," I confirmed. The responsible part of my brain tried to argue for condoms anyway, but when she sank down onto my cock in one smooth motion, all rational thought fled.
"Fuck," I groaned, the sensation of her tight, wet pussy enveloping me nearly making me come on the spot. I released her hair to grab her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.
Wren threw her head back, a moan escaping her as she adjusted to my size. "God, you feel good," she gasped, beginning to move. She started slow, rising up until just the tip of me remained inside before sinking back down.
"Fuck," I bit out through clenched teeth as I buried myself to the hilt. "You feel so fucking good."
“Fuck me, Rocky,” she hissed at my ear. “Fuck me good and hard. Make me fuckin’ scream!” Then she nipped my ear. Hard.
Yep. I was officially going to hell. The second she bit down, I grunted, stunned. With an almost frenzied yell, I flipped her to her back, my cock still buried deep, and fucked her as hard and fast as I could.
She scored my back with her nails as she hung on as she spread her legs wide, letting me have as much access as I needed to do with her as I wanted. I wrapped my arms around her slender body and clamped her to me as I fucked her. Each of her cries were driven from her body with the force of my thrusts, but she didn’t indicate she was in any discomfort or try to push me away.
We moved together, finding a rhythm that bordered on violent. The springs beneath us protested loudly with each thrust, the headboard slamming against the wall, but I didn't give a fuck who heard.
I drove into her with an intensity that should have frightened both of us. Instead, she continued to meet me thrust for thrust, her legs spread wide.
"Fuck, Wren," I growled against her neck, feeling her tighten around me as she approached her peak. “Goddamn fuck!”
Wren screamed a long, shrill sound as her pussy clamped around my dick. The sight of her losing control pushed me over the edge, my own release crashing through me with unexpected force. I shoved my face against her neck, opening my mouth wide to take in the pulse point of her jugular. When I felt it under my tongue, I sucked. Hard. The need to mark her was so primal I didn’t question it. I groaned as my cum shot from my cock inside of Wren’s cunt. Holding myself as deep as I could go, I held her in this most submissive possession, her life literally beneath my mouth. I could bite down and it would be too late for her to do anything about it before I killed her.
I’d never hurt Wren. Not physically. Not emotionally if I could help it. But there was an instinct riding me I’d never experienced before, a male needing to dominate his aggressive female so she knew he was her master. God knew I didn’t think that way.
For a moment, we just breathed together, sweat-slick skin cooling in the night air. Gradually, I eased up on her neck. Wren surprised me by whimpering and lifting her chin higher to give me better access to her neck. The caveman inside of me growled in satisfaction. My female had accepted her mate’s dominance. Her mate being me. I waited for regret to hit, for the need to run to chase me from the bed with some lame excuse so I could leave before she decided she wanted in my bed for longer than one night. Instead, I felt something dangerously close to peace as I rolled us to our side, pulling her against my chest.
Whatever lines I'd crossed tonight, whatever consequences waited for me down the road, I couldn't bring myself to care. Not with Wren curled against me, her breathing slowing as the adrenaline faded, leaving behind something that felt too much like contentment.
I was so fucked.
The first hint of dawn filtered through the cheap blinds, casting stripes of pale gold across Wren's bare shoulder. I hadn't slept, couldn't bring myself to close my eyes when the reality in front of me seemed so much better than dreams. Her purple hair spilled across my chest, her breathing deep and even against my skin. As a rule, I didn’t bring women to my home. Not before this fucking assignment, not during this fucking assignment. Temporary distractions stayed at the clubhouse or in a hotel. They served a purpose, but never had any sexual encounter felt like this. Not physically. Not mentally. Hell, I’d all but decided she was mine while I’d fucked her. And there was no way she could ever be mine.