You Are Mine (The Lycans #2) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: The Lycans Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78879 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“My family will realize I’m gone soon.” She licked her lips again, and I was transfixed by the sight. “We don’t have a lot of time.” Her voice was so low, so breathy that only I’d be able to hear. “But I had to see you.” There was this quiver in her voice that had my wolf wanting to break free to ease her.

I didn’t trust my voice just yet, so I said nothing, just listened, giving her time and space. But I couldn’t hold off for much longer.

“It’s not right keeping me from you.”

I roared in triumph deep inside.

“We’re mated, and it’s only right that we get to see each other, to talk, to get to know one another.”

Gods, hearing her say these things pleased me to no end.

“Come here, my female,” I finally said. There was no hiding the distortion in my voice. I was too far-gone, too over the line in my animalistic tendencies to even try to hide, to pretend I had any control.

She breathed out slowly, and I looked at her lips again. My eyes were locked on them, her mouth bow-like, her lips so very pink and soft-looking. The bottom one was slightly bigger than the top, giving this full, pillowy quality to them. She almost had fae-like features, a pixie’s stature.

She didn’t move for long moments, maybe having an internal debate within herself.

“I would never hurt you.” I wanted to reassure her over and over again. “You’ll never be safer than you are with me.” Because I’d die before I’d ever let her be harmed. I’d gladly give up my life for hers.

And then she did take a step forward, and I couldn’t hold in my growl of approval. My claws were embedded in my palms, the scent of my blood filling my nose but not masking her sweet aroma. And when she inhaled deeply, I could see her pupils dilate, and knew she smelled my life’s sustenance from the crescent-shaped wounds in my hands. Fuck, I’d give her every single ounce of me, let her drain me dry if that’s what it took to keep her alive.

A part of me wanted to show her my blood, knowing that’s what she needed to survive, knowing I was the one who wanted to provide that for her. And so I unclenched my fists, feeling the blood from the wounds start to drip down my fingers.

She licked her lips again and came a step closer, and I tried in vain to stay rooted to the spot. But the need to feed her was so strong within me that I actually took a step forward. I saw how her eyes latched onto my hands, knew she could see the wounds. I felt the continuous trickle of blood. The little indents would heal far too soon, but I’d keep opening them for her just to make sure my little mate was fed.

Gods, just thinking about her fangs embedded in my neck as she drew from me had my dick so hard it throbbed. I felt the front of my slacks become wet from the constant flow of pre-cum at the tip.

And so I forced myself to take a step back, watched a look of surprise and confusion cover the once hungry expression. I took one more back, and another, going deeper into the woods, farther from the wall, from the risk of her scent reaching the Lycans.

“Come here.” The shadows concealed us now well enough that I wasn’t so much on edge, feeling a semblance of reassurance that we had a small window of time before anyone realized she was out here.

I kept my voice low and even, tried to be gentle, although I knew I failed.

I felt anything but controlled.

And when she followed me into the forest, letting the darkness swallow us, obeying me because she needed this just as much as I did, I let a slow, pleased grin spread across my face.

She was just a couple of feet from me when she stopped. I wanted her scent burrowed into my skin before diving deep into my very soul.

I moved forward then, my body so much bigger than hers, her head having to tilt back just so she could look into my face. Her eyes were so wide, the color so blue. In the moonlight, her skin looked luminescent, pale, as if it glowed.

Hell, I wanted to reach out and touch her, wanted to tunnel my fingers through her hair and tip her head back even farther so I could run my nose up her throat and scent her. I growled low as that image slammed into my mind over and over again.

My cock throbbed, this lead pipe between my legs that pressed against the material of my slacks, the thick length demanding to be free and buried deep within my mate, to fill her up with my scent, my very seed coating her so there was no doubt she was mine.



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