Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 296(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
“Oh my God.” That did it. All other thoughts were banished as I surrendered to Johnny’s dirty talk and skilled dominance. I lay there panting with need as he lubed up my ass and the plug, then gently inserted it.
“Look at you taking that plug so well. My dirty girl,” he said, then flipped me over.
My eyes were already rolling back in my head when he entered me this time. I was awash with delicious sensation–my ass plugged, his cock stroking in and out. So tight. So full. So… naughty.
I lost track of time–didn’t know if we’d been at it for a few minutes or an hour. I was suspended in pleasure. Johnny grew rougher. He braced a hand against the headboard, and the bed rocked and creaked, slamming against the wall at a faster and faster pace.
When I opened my eyes, Johnny’s breath had grown ragged. His eyes glowed in the moonlight, and his jaw was clenched hard, like he was trying to hold back. Still.
Wow. Maybe he really could go too far. This was about as rough as I could take it. But some naughty part of me–the Lyssa wannabe–desired to see what Johnny meant. How rough he’d get. I knew he was rugged, but this?
I reached for him, scoring his shoulders with my nails, urging him in even harder. “I want it, Johnny,” I pleaded, rolling my hips thrust for thrust. “I want it all. Give it to me.”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” he groaned. “Fuck, Lyssa!”
I didn’t even care that he called me that since that was the role I was playing. This version of me liked something plugging my ass. Loved to be fucked hard. Uninhibited. Needy.
“Yes, Johnny. More. Give it to me.”
“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming into me, hips jerking.
I could have sworn we were so connected that I could feel the heat of his cum inside me. He dropped his head into my shoulder and then–
“Ouch!” I shrieked when he bit me–way too hard. Like it felt as though one tooth broke the skin. My back arched, my neck jerked.
“Oh fuck!” he shouted. “Oh fuck, Lyssa, I’m so sorry!”
In a flash–faster than I could even track–Johnny scrambled off me and was at the door. “FUCK.” This time it was more feral growl than word.
His eyes glowed amber in the dark–like an animal’s.
And then, suddenly, he was…a wolf!
A freaking huge black wolf standing in the doorway to the bedroom.
25
JOHNNY
Lyssa screamed.
Oh fuck. I hurt her. I’d started to mark her, despite Rob’s warning.
I’d lost my head there when she said give it to me. My wolf got confused and thought she meant to claim her. Not a good, hard pounding with my dick because I’d put a plug in her ass.
Then, her scream and the idea that she was hurt had made me shift to wolf form, ready to defend her.
Against…myself!
Fuck, fuck.
I paced in and out of the bedroom doorway. I was out of control. I needed to get away from her before I did any more damage.
I’d fucked up.
Again.
I’d gone too far, and now my wolf wanted to savage someone because he smelled our mate’s blood and the metallic scent of fear coming off her.
I’d better get away. Let her calm. Let the scent of blood and sex wane. I needed to run this energy off, like Rob had advised before I made things even worse.
I hadn’t listened to my alpha. Hadn’t taken his warnings seriously enough, and look where it got me. A mate who looked petrified of me. Who was bleeding.
I flipped around, bumping into the doorframe with my huge hindparts as I scrambled away.
“Johnny?” There was panic in Lyssa’s voice. It made my wolf even crazier.
Fuck, was she following me? Naked, scented like me, pussy dripping, plug in her ass?
“Johnny, wait!”
Was she not afraid?
She should be. I couldn’t stay and explain myself now. I wasn’t even sure I was capable of shifting back to my man form yet. I needed to put some distance between us until I got my self-control back. I bolted for the wolf-door in the kitchen and shot out into the night. I raced up the mountainside. Away from my mate. For her protection.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard the howl of my brothers already out on their full moon run.
Even from a distance, I heard Marina’s voice calling from the front of the ranch house. “Lyssa? Is that you?”
Heard the sound of running feet. Marina’s. Lyssa’s.
Good. She would take care of my mate. Maybe explain things. Maybe get her medical care, if she needed it. Audrey was probably there with her sister and could help.
That thought made my wolf snarl out loud. Our mate was hurt. He wanted to go kill someone.
That someone would be me, though. How could I have hurt her? Scared her? How could I have done that?
My wolf was confused.