Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 125083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
He fucked her hard, knowing she needed it, knowing her body would be craving it. She held tight, angling her hips to take him as deep as he wanted to go. And he wanted to go deep. “Fuck, you feel good.”
All around them, there were moans and cries of pleasure coming from the people hidden by the mist. They mingled with his grunts and her whispered demands for him to move harder, faster.
Growling, he gave her what she needed. “Pull your breasts out of your dress, play with them for me.”
She didn’t hesitate, clearly not at all shy. Her hands weren’t gentle as she palmed and squeezed the full globes, or as she pinched and twisted her nipples. She liked it rough, and she owned it without shame. He liked that.
He adjusted his angle slightly, and she let out a hoarse cry that seemed to call to the monster inside him. It unfurled, edgy with a possessiveness it wasn’t used to feeling. It shoved at Cain in demand, and he knew what it wanted. He knew that, far from being done with her, the creature also wasn’t prepared to share her.
Sensing that Cain would resist, it slinked closer to the surface. Shit. If his monster took control, if it fucked her … Cain couldn’t allow that. There’d be no guarantee that she’d live through it, for starters.
He let the creature sense his acquiescence, satisfied when it settled.
“Cain,” she breathed, her pussy fluttering and tightening around his cock.
He snarled. “That’s it, come.” He raked his teeth over the side of her face, drawn to that spot in a way he couldn’t explain, and she all but detonated in his arms.
He slapped his hand over her lower stomach as he gave his creature what it wanted, but she was so out of it she didn’t feel a thread of power push its way inside her.
She slumped, her orgasm fading, and he gripped her ass tighter as he hammered into her harder and faster. Finally, he exploded, jets of come bursting out of him as a powerful release thundered through his body and seemed to shoot up his cock.
Boneless, Wynter looked at him through opaque eyes, the image of sated. Gripped by the sight of her mouth all red and swollen, he kissed her softly, needing another taste, swallowing her sigh of pleasure.
She didn’t realize anything was different. But she would. Soon. And he had a feeling he’d find himself on the receiving end of one of her hunter stares when she did.
Perversely, he was looking forward to it.
Entering the kitchen the next morning, Wynter blinked at Anabel. “Why are you walking funny?”
A laugh bubbled out of Delilah, who put a hand to her stomach as she leaned forward in her chair. “Oh God, my ribs are hurting like hell.”
Her cheeks crimson, Anabel glared at the other witch. “Probably because you won’t stop laughing despite your promise.”
Delilah lifted her cup. “I’m not laughing, I’m chuckling.”
“It’s the same thing.” Anabel plopped herself on a chair and moodily dragged it along the floor as she scooted forward.
Delilah looked at Wynter. “Anabel and Diego had some fun in the mist last night, and it turns out he has a beast of a cock.”
“Oh, I see.” Wynter hadn’t spoken to either Anabel or Hattie last night, since both had left the arena before her. They’d been tucked up in bed when she’d returned.
“At first, when I saw her waddling like a goddamn penguin, I thought she’d taken him up the ass.”
“That thing in his pants will never get near my ass,” declared Anabel.
Beside the blonde, Xavier patted her arm in comfort—a gesture that was totally spoiled by the way his shoulders shook in silent laughter.
Having grabbed a Danish pastry and poured herself a coffee, Wynter settled at the table. “Where’s Hattie?”
Xavier gestured at the backyard. “Enjoying her early morning joint.”
Eyeing Wynter, Anabel tilted her head and said, “You know, I kind of expected you to be walking bowlegged, since Cain had made it clear with his gaze alone that you were going to get royally fucked.”
Delilah smiled. “From the little she told me and Xavier last night, she was royally fucked. I had a feeling the dude would bring plenty of game to the table. I do love to be right.”
Anabel tore off a piece of her croissant, her gaze on Wynter. “Does sex ever really leave you feeling satisfied? I mean, food doesn’t. Sleep doesn’t. So it made me wonder.”
“Usually, no,” replied Wynter. “Even if I come, I don’t feel fully sated. But last night was different. He stroked my soul and, Jesus, it was more intense than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.” And she wasn’t as happy about that as she’d like to be because, seriously, what guy could live up to that? How could she not compare any future sexytimes with what happened last night?