Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
I grip my shaft, stroking it slowly and firmly to tease her, letting the pre-cum bead up at the tip. Her breath comes fast. “You want to touch it?” I taunt. “It’s not going to bite unless you ask.”
Ariel nods, cheeks blazing, and reaches for me with a shyness that makes my balls pull tight. Her little hand wraps around my cock and, fuck, I nearly see stars. She studies it like she’s trying to memorize every vein, every ridge, her thumb sliding over the head, smearing the slickness there. The look on her face nearly makes me lose my mind. My inner beast howls with pride, watching her fingers explore every inch of my cock like it’s the first thing she’s ever truly wanted. I let her stroke me, slow at first, then tighter when her curiosity gets the best of her. Her grip is tentative, but damn, it feels like heaven.
“Fucking hell, Ariel. You don’t know what you do to me.” My voice comes out gravelly, half-growl, half-prayer.
She flashes those sea-glass eyes at me, lashes fluttering, and gives my cock another squeeze. Pre-cum beads up at the tip, and she shivers like she wants to taste it.
“You’re… so hard,” she breathes, and a little moan slips out of her, soft and needy.
“Yeah. All for you.” I push into her palm, refusing to hold back. I want her to know she owns me now. Nobody else. Just her.
I thrust my cock into her hand a little harder. “Go on,” I growl, watching her every move. “Stroke it the way you’d pet a wild animal. Firm, but careful. You can’t hurt me, little one. I promise.”
My cock jerks in her grip as she strokes it, her hand so fucking soft that I nearly lose it. Her eyes lock onto mine, wild and awed. I’ve never felt so powerful and so helpless all at once. The need to claim her is a tidal wave that drowns any doubt, any hesitation, any bullshit about taking it slow. All I want is her.
“Like this?” she whispers, stroking me again, her thumb swirling over the head and spreading the pre-cum across my sensitive skin.
I grunt, hips bucking up into her palm. “Yeah, just like that,” I croak, my voice barely recognizable. “Fuck, you’re a natural.” I train her hand, showing her how to grip me, how to pump up and down. “Tighter. There. Yes. Shit, you’re perfect.”
If I’m not careful, I’ll embarrass myself and blow before I even get inside her. My inner beast wants to lose his mind, but I grit my teeth, holding on to a shred of control.
Ariel’s eyes flicker to mine, shy but greedy. She’s so goddamn beautiful that it’s almost painful, like sunlight after a storm. I groan, balls tight and ready to explode, but I’m not going to waste a drop. Not when my mate’s sweet pussy is waiting for me.
I pull out of her grip, and she lets out a needy little whimper. I smirk and pin her to the bed with my hips. “Patience, little one,” I rumble, my voice rough enough to sand wood. “I want to taste every inch of you first.”
Ariel gasps when I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and drag her gorgeous body to the edge. Her little moan is barely out before I go full animal, ripping away her clothes like they’re tissue paper. The sound of fabric tearing is addictive. I toss the scraps aside, not giving a damn where they land. I need her bare. Right fucking now.
My hands are everywhere, greedy and rough, finally getting access to every perfect inch. Her soft thighs tremble as I hook her knees over my shoulders and spread her wide. Her pussy is gorgeous. Slick and swollen and so pink it looks obscene in the moonlight. My cock flexes with pure hunger, but I ignore the fucker and bury my face between her legs. I swipe my tongue through her folds, tasting her for the first time, and it’s better than every fantasy. Growling, I suck her clit into my mouth and devour her as if I’ll die without it.
And God, the noises she makes—little breathless whimpers, throaty moans that vibrate against my tongue—each one a fucking promise of what’s coming next.
Because this? This is just the start.
Chapter 10
Ariel
When my body lets go, it happens all at once—a bright, clean snap and then a shuddering release that ripples through every limb and leaves me boneless, open, and raw. I’ve never felt anything like it. Not in the water, not on the shore, not in dreams. My whole body hums with aftershocks, the current of it flooding out in wave after wave. I’m still shaking when Everett finally lifts his face from between my thighs.
His mouth is slick with my juices. He grins up at me, wild and proud, and wipes his cheek with the back of his hand. The skin around his lips is shiny and red and alive. The look on his face—somewhere between awe and ravenous hunger—does things to my insides that have nothing to do with anatomy and everything to do with want.