Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113944 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
Her pussy squeezed and spasmed around him, so inferno-hot and deliciously slick that he’d never get enough. Never. Her nails raked over his scalp, and Zander growled. “Is this pussy yours? Is it, Gwen?”
Trick question, her foggy mind warned her. Defiance rose up inside Gwen, but it was immediately crushed by the primal need consuming her. “No.”
“Then whose is it?”
“Yours.” She moaned as he upped his pace, rewarding her. God, she was so close to coming. The friction kept on building and building, winding her tighter and tighter until she thought she’d implode.
“Can you hear that?” he hissed into her ear. “The sound of me fucking you? Owning you. I fucking love that sound.”
She jolted as he slipped a wet finger in her ass. The burn felt good, like when he sank his teeth into her skin—a good kind of pain that just made her hotter. Her release crept that little bit closer, so close she could almost taste it.
“My baby wants to come for me, doesn’t she?”
Hell, yeah, she did. But she was beyond words, so she leaned forward and dug her teeth into his neck. For a moment, Zander froze. Then he was ramming himself into her like his control was gone. Something primitive in her made her bite him hard, draw blood, and suck until she left a mark.
Zander shifted his angle to hit her G-spot. “Mine.” He sank his teeth into her neck, and white-hot pleasure swept him under, made him explode in her pussy with a force that almost sent him to his knees. At the same time, she came with a choked scream of his name. He sank his teeth even deeper, tasting blood, and sucked hard to leave the ultimate, definitive mark that would brand her as his.
Licking her lip, Gwen panted. “Fuck. Jesus. Shit.” She’d never in her life been so thoroughly fucked. “How long does it take for the bond to—” Her breath caught in her throat as a burning pain sliced through her head. It lasted only seconds, but it was like her world had tilted. She blinked, feeling off balance . . . and then her vision blurred around the edges, and darkness came.
As she sagged in his arms, Zander swore and scooped her up. Neither he nor his wolf panicked. They knew she was fine; they could feel her through the mating bond. Still, they didn’t whatsoever like the sight of their mate unconscious. It was only then that Zander remembered hearing once that the intensity of the moment could be difficult for a human to bear. Shit.
Acting on instinct, he carried her into the bathroom and got into the shower with her still in his arms. He stood under the hot spray, hoping it would help her wake. It was no more than a minute later that she opened her eyes. His mouth curved. “Welcome back.”
Gwen blinked. “What happened?”
“You passed out for a minute.”
“I don’t pass out.”
“You did just now. I’d forgotten that the bond’s formation could be hard on a human. You okay?”
She nodded, meaning it. Where before there had been pain, there was now peace and tranquility. The feelings washed over her, smoothing away all the tension in her mind and body. And there was the mating bond, so vibrant it almost seemed alive. “This is so weird. I can feel you.” Inside her and outside her, like he was a shadow. She could feel Zander on the other end of the bond—a strong, solid presence. Even feel an echo of his emotional state.
“Our scents have mixed,” he told her. His wolf rumbled in satisfaction. “That doesn’t usually happen straight away. I’m guessing that hoping was so difficult for you that it gave the bond added strength. It’s not fully formed yet.”
“What will happen when it is?”
“Our connection will be more intense. We’ll be able to feed each other energy.”
Gwen quieted, letting herself get used to the bond. That feeling she’d always had that something was missing—a feeling she’d attributed to the absence of her biological family’s love—was totally gone. “So, true mates really are two halves of a whole, huh.”
“Yes. That feeling of completeness will get stronger when the bond is fully formed.”
As they got out of the shower and dried themselves off, she asked, “Does it bother your wolf that I don’t have, you know, a wolf for him?”
Zander snorted at the stupid question. “He adores you just as you are. He wants to rub up against you right now. You good with that?”
She swallowed. “Okay.”
Once they were out of the bathroom and she was wrapped in a robe, Gwen stood back and watched as Zander shifted forms. She winced at the sound of bones popping and snapping. In a flash, Zander was gone. In his place was a large, familiar wolf, but he wasn’t snarling like last time. Her heart pounded, though she felt no fear.