Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 474(@200wpm)___ 379(@250wpm)___ 316(@300wpm)
I sit up, pressing my chest against hers. I grip her nape. “I care. I care so fucking much, Silver. I’m sorry I don’t know how to show it.”
“No, you do. You show it perfectly. You’re an ‘acts of service’ guy. I was looking for ‘words of affirmation.’ But now I know how you express love.”
My brows dip in confusion.
“It’s a love language thing. We have to learn to speak each other’s love languages.”
I hold her gaze. “I’ll learn,” I swear like I’m making an oath to my alpha. “I’m a quick study.”
She gives me another one of those brilliant smiles. “I know. You’re the guy who just mastered ASL in the last few months. Madi told me you can read a 50-page contract in five minutes and demand extensive, thoughtful changes. You’re way smarter than I am.”
“I’m an idiot compared to you.”
She kisses me. “Not true. I let my pride and prejudice get in the way of us. But now we’re a team. We’ll deal with conflicts together, not apart.”
I feel the conflict in my chest. The old me–the black and white me–with compartmentalizing walls struggling to breathe as the barriers crumble. The pleasure of the light and warmth war with the need to re-erect my walls.
I surrender to it all. This is what it means to love. To be vulnerable and open. It feeds me at the same time it shakes my world up.
I lean into kiss her, and she pulls back. “Silver.” She taps her nose. She took out the diamond I gave her and put the old silver nose ring back in. She really was hurt. “It’ll burn.”
“Worth it.” I stroke my lips across hers in a slow, savoring kiss.
Aubrey
I bite his lower lip and tug. “Where are you going to bite me?” I make my voice sultry.
Billy’s expression turns feral. His eyes change to silver as he surges to his feet, lifting me. “Somewhere erotic.” He carries me to his bedroom.
“Mmm.”
“Unfortunately, it’s going to hurt, Silver. I have to puncture the skin. So if I’m going to make you scream, I might as well do it in an erogenous zone.” He drops me in the center of the bed and whips my shirt off over my head. “That way I can remind you that you belong to me every time I pleasure you.”
I reach for his shirt and try to rip it open like we’re in a bodice-ripper, but I’m not strong enough.
Billy chuckles and does it for me, sending the buttons spraying around the room.
I give him a tiger-growl and paw at his chest.
He catches my wrists and climbs over me, pinning them beside my head. “So the question is…” --he drops his head to kiss between my breasts– “do I bite you here?” He nips the top of one of my breasts, then abruptly swings his leg off me and rolls me to my belly. “Or am I going to bite this gorgeous ass?” He slips his thumbs in the waistband of my shorts and slides them down with my panties, just below my ass.
I shiver as he runs his large palm lightly around my ass, knowing what’s coming. He teases me, keeping the touch a light caress. Then the first spank falls.
I yelp.
He takes my wrists and folds them behind my back, like I’m under arrest, and holds them there. His touch is gentle. Almost reverential, but when he starts spanking, he doesn’t hold back.
He delivers a flurry of quick slaps that make me wriggle against his hold.
“Ouch!” I complain, rolling my hips when he stops.
“That’s for leaving me, Silver.” He resumes the light caressing, stroking his palm around the globes of my ass.
His hand slides up the column of my back until he reaches my bra, which he unhooks. Brushing my braids to the side, he climbs over me once more to nibble and kiss my neck and exposed shoulder.
Then he stops. I wait, but he settles by my side. “It will hurt, Aubrey.” His voice is serious.
I roll to face him. His eyes shine completely silver, and I would swear the points of his canine teeth have lengthened.
The room is dark and above the lights of the city the moon shines in, nearly full. It casts a pale glow across his face.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to scare you. I don’t want you to ever walk away again.”
It strikes me—Billy is scared. He’s scared of losing me, and he’s sharing his feelings. This moment is more important than any bite, at least to me. This is how we learn to be a real couple. Listening and sharing.
I lay my head on the pillow. “Would it hurt if I were a wolf?”
He shakes his head. “The pain would be pleasurable, and the wound would heal instantly. But for a human, a mating bite could be fatal if I hit the wrong spot. You’ll bleed and scar. I heard Madi scream when Brick marked her.”