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)
“I’ve been wondering where you were.” And now he’d found her. His mate. The other half of his soul. “How far do you live from here?”
She licked her lips. “Five minutes away.”
“I’ll drive us there in my SUV. I can’t fuck you here, but there’s no damn way I’m not claiming you tonight.”
CHAPTER TWO
Pretty much in a sensual daze, Casey didn’t object when he literally picked her up and set her on the passenger seat of an SUV. Moments later, he was sliding onto the seat beside hers and then they were driving out of the lot.
“Where are we headed?” he asked, his voice thick with the same relentless arousal that beat at her.
She swallowed around her dry throat. “Do you know where Craven Pack territory is?” He just nodded. “I live above the bakery on the border.”
Her territory was much like a gated community. Among the streets of houses and apartment buildings were a school, an infirmary, a rec center, and the headquarters for her soccer team. Surrounding the housing estate was a great deal of land and wooded areas complete with rivers and lakes.
Many breeds of shifter shopped at the pack’s stores—all of which were situated just outside the large iron gates of the community. Although her pack rarely encountered trouble from outsiders, the enforcers lived in the apartments above each of the pack-run stores so that they were near the border in case—
A wave of unbearable heat swept over her again, making her pussy clench and her nipples throb. Letting her head sag forward, Casey swore and gripped the edges of the seat hard. Jesus, this was bad.
A warm hand palmed her nape. “You’re okay. Just breathe.”
She was fucking breathing. She was also burning up inside. Her body raged for his, not just for satisfaction—no, it demanded him.
Casey could sense his beast pressing against Eli’s skin, watching her. Yeah, she’d heard that his wolf always liked to make its presence known. Her mink was just as bold. Right then, the animal was hanging close to the surface, wanting at her mate.
Soon, they were pulling up outside the bakery. Eli followed her up the iron staircase at the side of the building that led to the upstairs apartment. Her hand was shaking so badly he took her key and unlocked the door for her. Then they were inside, and he was kicking the door shut behind him. She only made it two steps before he was on her.
Growling low in his throat, he backed her into the wall and shoved his cock against her; it was long, fat, and rock hard. His eyes were locked on her with the lethal precision of a sniper rifle, and they glittered with something dark that made her blood heat and her mink quiver with anticipation.
“Now I’m going to claim what’s mine,” he rumbled. “You won’t be able to move after I’m done with you.”
Eli took her mouth, needing more of that sweet, addictive taste that seemed imprinted on his soul. Egged on by his wolf, he greedily took what he craved—licked at her tongue, nipped the corners of her mouth, sucked on each lip. Feasted on her until his head was spinning and his cock felt so impossibly hard it ached like a bitch.
Nothing had ever felt better than having his mate’s body pressed to his, her scent filling his lungs, and the heat of her pussy practically scorching his cock through his jeans.
The mating urge still had a firm grip on him, but he’d managed to find enough semblance of control to battle the drive to just rut on her with no thought to anything but claiming her. No, he’d make this good for her.
Needing to feel more of that butter-smooth skin beneath his hands, he clawed off her jeans and panties, scoring her flesh slightly. He smoothed his hands up her thighs to cup her ass. “So soft. But this skin won’t be so flawless by the time we’re done here. I want to mark you. Bite you. Scratch you. Maybe even bruise you just a little.” Her pupils swallowed the color in her eyes, and he almost groaned. “You like the idea of being all marked up, don’t you?”
She tore off his shirt and splayed her hands on his chest, letting him feel the prick of her claws. “You won’t be the only one marking their territory.” And then she raked those claws down his abs, drawing blood.
Snarling, Eli slammed his mouth down on hers again. He rocked his hips over and over, grinding against her clit, delighted by her little gasps. All the while, he squeezed that tight ass he had every intention of fucking at some point.
He’d known plenty of women, had had a lot of great sex. But not even during the hottest of those fucks had he felt anywhere near as good as he did right then. Everything was just so much more intense with Casey. Like she’d woken up nerve-endings that hadn’t before been active; ones that responded only to her.