Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 414(@250wpm)___ 345(@300wpm)
He guided me down, our bodies and mouths still connected. I’d never been drunk before, because it’s ridiculously hard to as a werewolf, but I had to believe this is what it was like. My head spun. Pulse raced. Breaths quickened. I felt clear and wild at the same time. Like I was about to jump off a cliff in my human form, but the joy of falling through the air was worth it because Paxton would catch me on the way down.
His tongue tangled with mine, inviting me to play. I moaned as he caressed me, suddenly sure that this was nothing like being drunk. If wine gave this feeling, no one in all five dominions would get out of bed before downing five bottles.
Deep in that place not even I fully understood, something thumped—beating a steady thrum like a raging heartbeat.
Fingers tickled my ankle, skating higher along my thigh and slipping under my dress. I dropped my knee, making clear what I wanted him to do.
Paxton brushed over my thong strap, and kept going—chuckling at my grunt of irritation. His arm tugged my dress along with it. My breath hitched as he slipped it over my head. Why? I had no idea.
Between Castor and Edric, I was far from a virgin. Even so, I was insanely nervous and I knew why.
More than just a blooming relationship hitched on the outcome of my coming orgasm. Our very lives hung in the balance.
I pressed my palm to his heart, secretly thrilled it beat as hard as mine. All this Luame-chosen-soulmate stuff never swayed me, and I was her chosen daughter on earth.
I’d seen too many fated-mate pairs who hated each other or had nothing in common. I admit, I assumed Luame was only choosing based on which pairs turned out the strongest offspring, not because she cared about them being happy together, or even attracted to each other.
How quickly that know-it-all moon goddess proved me wrong. A strong, powerful, sexy, confident, thoughtful, tough, would-kill-anyone-who-doesn’t-bow-before-me guy was my type all day long.
Paxton popped my breast band, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder. Our scant clothes came off in a flurry of kisses and moans.
I feasted on his body, mentally taking back everything I said out loud and in my head about his manhood after he stole my mom’s letters and called me a bitch. Paxton was not a social-climbing jackass because he was overcompensating.
Paxton kissed under my ear, rippling goose bumps down my flesh. “I am going to fuck all the sense out of your head. You’ll be a dirty-wet-hard-fuck groupie when I’m done with you.”
Heat bloomed in my chest. I said before I wasn’t well-versed in dirty talk, and that fact hadn’t changed.
“Well, you’re going to be a uh—uh—wet-pussy groupie when—uh—” I stuttered out. “When I come so—”
He captured my lips, ending my embarrassing babbling.
I broke from him gasping. The ceiling spun overhead as his mouth moved lower, leaving nipping, teasing kisses down the valley of my breasts to my tender stomach. Paxton flipped me over, continuing his path one by one, kiss by kiss up the ridges of my spine. I melted like putty on the mat.
My excitement built as he turned me back, and dipped his head between my legs. Paxton kissed the hollow between my thigh and entrance...then pecked up to my knee.
“What went wrong with you that made you like this, omega?”
A low, rumbling chuckle tickled me. He enjoyed teasing me just as much as screwing me. That would be a problem.
“I’ve got five other mates, baby. If you don’t get to licking, I’ll find one who will.”
Growling, Paxton buried between my legs—tasting me with abandon. I gasped on a cry, back arching off the mat.
Paxton both took his time and chased me to a high. His tongue probed, and rolled, and flicked my tortured nub, waiting until my cries grew hoarse to stop and start all over again. I was a sweaty, limp mess on the sticky mat in no time at all. Paxton could’ve skipped the lies, manipulations, theft, and the dates. If he wanted me helpless to his mercy, this was all he had to do.
“G-gods, help me,” I stuttered, feeling the fuse igniting in my lower belly, burning through my veins. One more and I’d—
Paxton flicked the nub and I exploded—snapping my legs over his ears and flipping him over as I spasmed on the mat, coming so hard white spots danced on the wall.
He escaped my trap and draped himself over me, humming as he bit the shell of my ear. “Do you still want to find one of those dicks and find out if they do that better?”
My breath fogged the mat. “Ungh...” was all my pleasure-trapped tongue could get out.
Paxton tipped my chin. We kissed slow, sweet, and mind-scrambling.
“On your back, Clarke. You’re my bottom.”