Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 120031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
The order made her stiffen slightly, but she battled the drive to fight him and did as he asked.
“So good for me.” Eli kneeled behind her and draped his body over hers. He caught her earlobe between his teeth. “Have you missed my dick, baby? Do you want it inside you again?”
“Yes,” she hissed.
“Then what are you gonna give me?”
Casey bit back a curse. It was such a simple physical movement, but there was truly nothing simple about giving someone your throat. It was a complete surrender, an offer of trust. And although Eli had her trust, it still wasn’t so freaking easy to push past her dominant instincts—instincts that balked at the very idea of her submitting in such a way.
Honestly, her mink didn’t like it much either. The whole thing hadn’t been so hard during her claiming, because the mating urge had taken hold, sucking rational thoughts and inhibitions from her head.
He scraped his teeth over the back of her shoulder. “Casey.”
She sucked in a sharp breath as she felt the thick head of his cock pushing inside her. Stretching her. Causing the most delicious burn. Yes, she needed this. Needed—
He pulled back. She hissed, curling her fingers into the rug. “Eli.”
“You want my dick back? Then show me just how bad you want it. Remember how this works: If you make me wait, I’ll make you wait.”
Casey swore, sensing he meant it. With a grind of her teeth, she tilted her head, exposing her throat.
He slammed his cock home, knocking the breath from her lungs. Fuck, she’d forgotten how thick he was. He didn’t give her a second to adjust. Just pounded into her like he was caught in a frenzy, his fingertips biting into her hips. His snarls and grunts mingled with her moans and the sound of flesh smacking flesh.
No one had ever fucked her the way Eli did. They’d never been so forceful or unrelenting. Never taken her with such raw sexual aggression. Even as he ruthlessly rammed his cock so deep it hurt, Casey threw her hips back to meet each thrust, wanting more.
“That’s it, give me that pussy.”
A burning hot tension coiled inside her—a promise of divine pleasure that was so close yet so far. One touch to her clit would be enough to set her off. She couldn’t wait, couldn’t take anymore.
Seeing her hand reach toward her clit, Eli brought his palm down sharply on her ass. “No. When I want you to come, I’ll tell you to come.” He spanked her again when she would have argued with him, loving the way her ass turned such a pretty shade of pink.
Planting one hand on the floor near her own hand, he draped himself over her, still slamming hard and deep. He growled low in her ear. “Do you know how hot it is being inside this pussy, knowing it was made for me?” He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled hard. She hissed, and her pussy rippled around him. “You like that? You like how I fuck you?”
She only groaned, throwing her hips back even more frantically.
Eli mercilessly hammered into her, feeling his control beginning to shatter. His senses were filled with Casey—her raspy moans, the sway of her tits, the succulent scent of her need, and the tight, scorching hot clasp of her inner muscles. It was all too much, and it left him feeling drunk. Drunk on her.
As her hot pussy tightened and superheated around his cock, Eli knew he couldn’t hold on any longer. “Now you can touch your clit.” Her hand slid down her body, and then a moan flew from her mouth just as her inner walls fluttered around him. “Come, Casey. Come all over my cock. Yeah, that’s it.”
Even as a scream tore from her throat, Eli locked his arm tight around her stomach and pounded harder into her rippling pussy again and again and again. Then his release pulled him under. He bit out a harsh curse as he jammed his cock deep one last time, shooting jet after jet of come inside his mate.
Breathing hard, he pulled out of her and lay on his back. She instantly melted into the rug, her eyes closed, shaking with little aftershocks. He dragged her on top of him and kissed her hair. “You good?” He got a soft grunt in response that made his mouth quirk.
Happy to simply lay there with her, he danced his fingers up and down her sleek back. He’d already committed every line and curve of her body to memory. He loved touching her, loved having her all warm and limp and sated against him.
He also loved that his pack mates had taken to her so easily. He was pissed at his mother for missing dinner with the pack, though—well-aware that she’d done it just to express her discontentment. He was also well-aware that she was expecting him to seek her out and confront her, but Eli wouldn’t credit her shitty behavior with any form of attention.