Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 85306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 427(@200wpm)___ 341(@250wpm)___ 284(@300wpm)
“Doesn’t look like you want to take a swing at me anymore, lass,” he said, his voice dripping sex and confidence.
I tipped my chin, slowly pulling my shirt over my head, then let my shorts fall to the floor at my feet. I stepped out of them, relishing the way his eyes heated at the sight of me completely bare to him.
“Never assume you know what I want, highlander,” I said, half tease, half challenge.
He stepped toward me, leaving only an inch of space between us. “Then take your best shot.”
I did.
I swung with my left—a fake—and then barreled into his face with my right. I hissed at the pain that stung my knuckles as they snapped across his hard-as-granite face.
“Want another?” I asked, breathless, my breasts heavy and full as he slowly brought his face back to meet mine. His gaze was delighted and predatory, and it did things to my body. Wonderful things. Deliciously dark things.
“It’s been centuries,” he said, his voice low and raspy. “Centuries since a human has landed a hit on me.” He smirked at me, wholly unfazed physically by my hit. I knew that. Knew I’d never truly be able to hurt him, but this wicked game we were playing? It was all leading up to—
No. I couldn’t think about it. He’d see through me.
“Maybe you’ve met your match then,” I said, gasping slightly as he traced my pert nipple with his fingertip.
“Oh, I have no doubt,” he said, then slowly dropped to his knees before me.
The sight of him there, his fingers delicately brushing my hips and drawing me closer…God, it made me tight and loose at the same time.
And then his mouth was on me, his tongue sliding between my thighs. I tangled my fingers in his hair, arching into that mouth, into the way he moaned at the taste of me.
“Lachlan,” I breathed his name, my fingers tightening in his hair as he feasted on me. “I punch you, and you do this?” I laughed between my moans. “Maybe I should battle you more often.”
He leaned his head back, those eyes flickering up to mine. “Every day, Valor,” he growled, his fangs descending. “I’ll battle you every fucking day.”
“I—” My words broke off to a moan as he plunged in again, jerking me toward him as he fucked me with his tongue. Deep thrusts and teasing flicks. Torture. The highlander was pure torture. And then he slid one of his hands between my thighs, sinking two fingers into where his tongue had just been. He filled me, thrusting and pumping, and then he sucked my clit into his mouth, and I burst around him.
Shattered.
Trembled so hard I nearly fell over, but he held me steady as I came around him.
He grinned up at me and licked his lips. The sight…God, my knees shook. I yanked on his hair, hauling him up and up until I had to arch my neck to meet his eyes. He lowered his mouth, but I gripped his shoulders and shoved at him.
He let me move him. Let me push with a frantic need until his back hit the mattress. I shoved and tugged at his body of pure muscle and power until I’d positioned him right where I needed him. Right where—
“I love it when you get feisty, mate,” he said, and the word shot through my soul like a lightning bolt. The bond purred and arched into the word, into the title we’d danced around since the day he found me in that shit-awful werewolf hotel.
We may have agreed to be with each other on a purely sexual basis until we brought my cousin safely home, but that plan had been incinerated the moment he’d claimed my heart.
Couldn’t he see that?
Did it even matter now? With what I was about to do?
I swallowed around the emotion clogging my throat, drawing up my best smirk as I gripped his massive thighs. “You haven’t seen me feisty, yet,” I teased, then drew down to kiss his hips, the V-lines, and lower.
“Fuck!” He hissed as I took his cock into my mouth.
I moaned around the taste of him—all heat and pine and pure Lachlan. Damn him for tasting so good, for feeling so good, for being so good. I fisted his length, pumping up and down while I sucked at his head, swirling my tongue around it before popping him out of my mouth to glance up at him.
His jaw was tight, his eyes like liquid fire as he watched me devour him. I kept my eyes on him, drawing him back in my mouth, slowly, torturously taking him in and out until his muscles tensed beneath me. I lightly grazed my teeth along the length of him, then gave his head another long swirl before shifting and settling atop him.