Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Biting me. Giving me the mate mark. God, this is real. All this is real. He’s my mate. I’m his mate. I get to shower all the love I have in me on him! I have a partner. This alpha. Greyson Blackwood. Half shifter, half witch. I never thought it was possible, that I’d get to love someone. That I’d meet a male worth loving. Never in a million years would I imagine it could be not just an alpha but an extra-alpha one from Arcana Falls of all places.
Will I love him? Will he warrant having that from me?
Tears trickle down my face at the notion, at all the feelings I’m feeling. Something splits open in my chest and fills with warmth as pleasure continues buzzing between my legs, making my body jolt, making my fingernails dig into the skin of his back.
But the pain pulses at my throat as his teeth remain clamped down and I don’t even mind. It hurts, but if it means what he says it means, it could be worth it. His strong arms are tight around me and I’m whimpering as even more heat expands between my legs. Immense heat.
I think he must be ejaculating. It’s never felt hot before. His body convulses along with mine for a long time before he releases my throat and I know that he’s enjoying it, which makes me feel good for a switch. And now our mouths are attached again. I’m not well-versed in kissing, don’t know how to do it, so I just mirror what he’s doing with my tongue and my lips and he groans while holding my face. The sounds he makes cause strange sensations to move through me.
Then his big cock slips out of me, hot liquid spilling between us.
I’m blissed out. Limp. Happy. Gooey. Sleepy. He might give me a baby! Someone to shower my love over. But what if…
My thoughts halt as I’m flipped to my belly, hauled up to balance on my palms and knees, and he slams back inside me, his pelvis hitting my rear end with a familiar slapping noise.
My world tilts again. Because this is the position I’m used to. And it feels like the world I was trapped in my whole life and this promising other world have just smashed into one another.
I squeeze my eyes tight while I cry and big, fat, sorrowful tears escape as he slams forward over and over, gripping my hips. Just like I’m accustomed to.
But I suddenly jolt in surprise as those hot hands slide up and cup my breasts, thumbs grazing over my still-sensitive nipples. And now his mouth is on my neck, at the same place he sank his teeth into. He nips at it, making me jolt before he slowly licks the spot. Now I’m jolting in a different way as he pulls the skin there into his mouth and sucks while continuing to touch my nipples, while continuing to piston his hips forward. I collapse, falling on my face, crying out with more sensation.
How am I feeling so many amazing things at once? I’m not back in that other dark, dreary, strife-ridden world like I was a moment ago. I’m here. With him. We’re somewhere wonderful. In a large, soft bed with clean bedding that smells like detergent and Greyson. He smells like late autumn pine mixed with smoky caramel. And I feel happiness in my chest, in that warm, newly unlocked space that just split open. That’s his place. It’s been locked away until now, and I never knew about it, but now I do. His knot unlocked that spot and I know. I’m meant for him. He’s meant for me.
Oh, my stars.
He keeps sucking and thrusting into me, breathing heavily, releasing low groans as I feel his warm breath, his hot touch, his thick erection stroking my soaking wet and quivering hole so amazingly.
His pace quickens, as does his breathing, and then he thrusts forward hard, staying rooted in me while groaning into my ear. “Stacy. Blossom. Fuck!”
The fuller knotted sensation returns and the buzzing hits again, going on for a long time as I clench the bed sheets, whimpering. But then his hand cups mine and I loosen the grip on the bedding as our fingers weave together. The sounds he’s making are the sexiest noises I’ve heard. I’m not in this alone. I’m not simply servicing a male on my brother’s orders.
It’s different with Greyson. It’s us. Both of us. I feel him. I think he feels me too. He feels so much right now. I feel me. I feel things I’ve never felt in myself. We’re connected by our bodies and by something else, as well. In my mind I see a crystal-clear vision of our wolves nuzzling one another’s muzzles, their tails wagging.