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)
His brows climbed his forehead. “I’d like to see you make me.”
“On your back or I won’t give you a blowjob.”
Paxton flopped back so hard, his sculpted, powerful body smacked hard on the mat.
I resumed my rightful place—straddling him as I ran my hand over absolutely all of him. It was sinful to be this gorgeous. Paxton’s parents were worried about him losing everything to the first alpha command that came his way, but they should’ve been worried about teaching him how to move through the barrage of flung panties and boxers coming at him everywhere he went.
Flicking down, I bit my lip. His cock stood erect and proud between his legs, daring me to take it on. If anyone’s cock could be brash and smug, it’d be his.
“You don’t have to,” Paxton said, threading through my hair. “If you don’t want to.”
“I do want to.” I felt the steady thrum within the sacred space in my soul, but I didn’t see even the slightest glow on my skin. “I want everyone and everything to know that I want this.”
“Everyone? Uhh... are we being recorded or something?”
“Shush.”
He shushed. Secret cameras or not, Paxton wasn’t talking himself out of a blowjob.
Palming him, I came eye to eye with the smug bastard. I would have Paxton out of control and begging under my mercy on this mat, and I’d send a clear and direct message to Luame that I’d happily take her chosen fated mate... balls deep.
Locking eyes with him, I licked his tip. Paxton hissed a sharp breath, thighs tensing.
Emboldened, I swallowed his head and did that thing with my tongue.
“By the gods, woman!” he groaned, saying the words like they pained him.
I smirked around his cock.
My head bobbed between his legs—licking, sucking, and nipping his length to my heart’s content. Filthy promises and sweet nothings poured from his lips.
“Gods, woman, you’re incredible. Come here.”
“Oh.” Paxton tugged me up with a pop and a squeak. I flew into his arms as he opened them, wrapping my legs around his waist. We rolled on the mat kissing and laughing—just having fun.
I enjoyed all of my sexual experiences with Castor and Edric, but my time with Castor was heavy under all the secrets we had to keep. Every time I left him, I had to take three showers to ensure his scent didn’t linger. As for Edric, being with him was like riding a hurricane with a saddle.
We were both so gripped by our bond-fueled lust for each other, there wasn’t a single time when we slowed down and caught our breath. We were too busy trying to be the first to devour the other.
But right then with Paxton, there were no secrets and no horny wolves clawing through my chest to swallow him whole. It was just me and him...
...and it was good.
Rolling to a stop, I found myself beneath him—his forehead pressed to mine. Endless, flinty pools beheld me, transporting me to a land of mossy beds, tickling grass, and a blanket of leaves overhead, shielding us in our own private world.
“Ahh,” I moaned, lids falling shut as his cock slid past my folds. Paxton kissed them, enticing a giggle out of me.
“Gods, you’re beautiful, Daze. It’s ridiculous that you believed you needed to be the high priestess for me to want you in every way,” he rasped, nipping my lips. “I’d want you if you were a toothless beggar on the street who danced around in a trash bag, shaking a jar of your pee like a maraca.”
I giggled at the image. “Damn, you must really want me, then, because that would not be a pretty sight.”
“It’d be the most beautiful fucking sight. I’d end up shaking my ass and pee jar right next to you. Together, we’d make so many people uncomfortable.”
I busted up—amazed that I could even do that. It’d been such a long time since I laughed that freely. I’d almost forgotten how.
Paxton started pumping—slow at first, then fast, frenzied and fevered—spurred on by my rising cries.
Angling my hips, I met him rise for dip—catching his cock on that spot over and over again. Driving him deeper and deeper.
Grasping me behind the knees, Paxton pushed the dang things down to my ears, looked me in the eyes, winked, then plunged in so deep, my eyes flew around in my eye sockets and got a good look at my brain.
Toes digging into the mat, fists around my ankles—the man pogoed on my G-spot like he was doing push-ups. The deeper and faster he went, the more impressive.
And damn was I fucking impressed.
“Oh, gods, yes! Yes, Paxton, just like that! Deeper,” I screamed. “Harder!”
He growled, wolf eyes glowing and claws piercing my skin.
My heat rose so dangerously at his inner beast bursting forward, I started getting dizzy. I loved that I drove him so crazy, he lost control of his humanity. If there was a better compliment to pay a girl, I didn’t know it.