Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
There’s a door open with a nightlight shining, and I make out a shower curtain the same color as her eyes, covered in smiling dolphins. I grab a towel from the hook and dry the rain from my body.
An oriental style room divider sections off where I know she now sleeps.
She’s on her side, sleeping in a nest of more damn pillows. Nude. Wearing an ankle bracelet, and nothing else. She’s freshly showered, smelling like berry-scented soap, and though she sleeps on top of the colorful quilt, it looks like she took the time to create a wall behind herself. A wall of pillows against her back, resting on her.
As I absorb this, the foundation of my existence is rocked even further. In her nest, she created a shadow of my form. Because I should be here, behind her, holding her, a wall at her back protecting her and making her feel safe.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, FUCK!
And my chest as well as my gut feels almost right for the first time in hours. Or maybe for the first time in a long while. Because something is abundantly clear. Knowledge of why I exist. They say an alpha’s mate is made for him. But the truth is that I’m made for her. I exist for her. To warm her body, to provide for her needs, to serve her every want and need. This strong, beautiful female owns me.
I undress other than the muzzle and pluck the pillows off her body, tossing them before shoving some others aside.
I climb in, slide one arm under her and use the other to pull her small, warm, perfect form close.
***
I wake up feeling unusual. Warm. And except for this fucking thing on my face, right. I feel right in a way I didn’t know was possible. Because I’ve woken underneath the perfect blanket. She’s directly on top of me.
I’m on my back now instead of spooning her. But she’s here, now with her head on my shoulder, her hand on my chest. Our legs are twined together. And her beautiful icy blue eyes are open. Both my arms are wrapped around her.
She’s blinking, biting her bottom lip. Her eyes change. She sees I’m awake. And the softness in her gaze just about undoes me.
My left hand, already on her sweet ass reflexively squeezes.
Fire lights in her eyes and her hand slides up my pec to my neck.
“You can’t kiss me with that thing on your face,” she whispers.
“Also means I can’t bite you,” I rasp.
She pouts. And for some reason, laughter bubbles up from my gut.
Now there’s surprise in her eyes. She moves quickly, straddling me, rubbing the slick heat of her wet pussy up my already hard length.
“I like that sound,” she says.
I groan at how good this feels.
“I like this sound, too,” she adds.
She glides her hips back down before tipping her pelvis, angling herself to make sure my dick slides where it belongs.
Fuck, that feels right.
I grasp her hips and hold on while she rides me. She rides me slowly, with intensity and purpose in her eyes and in her movements. It all feels incredible.
“I want you to kiss me,” she whispers, pressing her lips against my neck as her fingernails trail up the back of my head. She’s got one of the straps.
“No,” I deny. “Not safe enough.”
“Jared,” she pleads.
“No,” I deny again. “You don’t even have the taser or the stun gun here, do ya?”
She pouts again.
I turn her to her back and rearrange her legs so they’re up high over my shoulders, and I thrust my hips forward, planting myself inside.
She arches, whimpering. “Yes. This.”
I set about both punishing and rewarding my stubborn mate, putting all my power into each hip thrust. She takes her fucking without complaint. In fact, every stroke is met with the tightening of her sweet inner walls. I revel in the feel of it, in how her legs are covered in goosebumps. At how she looks at me, heat and emotion in her gaze as she reacts to the sensations she’s feeling. I see her emotions, I feel them, and she’s happy. She’s happy I’m here, happy I came for her. I didn’t think I could give her anything good, but see and feel how much she needed this gesture from me, my demonstration that I want to be close to her. For me it’s not just a want, it’s a need. One I tried to deny. I’m not strong enough. But fuck… I don’t want harm to come to her.
She grabs the cage of the muzzle as she comes, body shuddering, convulsing as she whimpers my name, calling me baby over and over.
Fuck, if I could only take this off and taste her skin. Suck her mate mark. Suckle between her thighs, feeding from her, believing that sweet honey will heal everything that’s wrong with me.