Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 103681 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 518(@200wpm)___ 415(@250wpm)___ 346(@300wpm)
She snarled. “Maybe I’ll just go finish myself off.”
He gripped her hip. “No, you’re going to make me come before you go anywhere.”
“Then move your hand.”
“Then tell me who you fucking belong to.”
She really wished that dominant tone didn’t make her pussy clench. “You, you fucking asshole.”
“Good girl.” Ryan moved his hand and slammed her down on his cock, forcing her to take every inch. “Now ride me.”
She did. She rode him hard. His hands palmed her ass, but he didn’t help her. Just held her as she furiously slammed herself up and down his cock. Friction built inside her, winding her body tighter and tighter. But no matter how hard and fast she rode him, she couldn’t throw herself over the edge.
Makenna gasped as the world abruptly tilted and she found herself flat on her back. Standing at the foot of the bed, Ryan pounded into her, yanking her to him with every thrust. One of his hands splayed over her lower stomach, feeling his cock push in and out. She fisted her hands in the bedsheets, arching into him.
Ryan curved over her and parted her folds so that he hit her clit with every rough, possessive thrust. Feeling her pussy getting tighter and tighter around him, he knew she was ready to come. “Now, Kenna.” He clamped his teeth over her pulse and bit.
A scream tore from Makenna’s throat as her back bowed and her release slammed into her. She dug her claws into him as he jammed his cock deep and erupted; she felt every hot splash, and she couldn’t help wondering if this would be the night she conceived.
When he was finally able to move, Ryan shuffled them farther up the bed. He kissed and licked her stomach. Left possessive, suckling little bites. He could feel how sated and happy she was. It was like a buzz along their connection. Now that they had this metaphysical bond, he was no longer so sure it was simply an evolutionary construct. There was something very . . . mystical about it. But he wasn’t about to admit that to Makenna and receive a smug smile.
She did a languid, feline stretch. “Love you, White Fang.”
“You’re never going to drop that, are you?”
“It’s unlikely.” She braced herself on her elbows. “What’s wrong? You’re worrying about something.”
He was. He was worried the baby would turn out anything like him. But he got the feeling Makenna would rip him a new asshole if he said that, so instead he confessed something else. “I don’t even know how to hold a baby.”
“I’ll show you when it comes.”
“I’m not good with kids.”
Smiling sweetly, she said, “You’re not good with people, period. Being chatty and friendly and open is not you. So what? Why does that have to be a bad thing? The baby won’t care; it will love you exactly as you are. And you will love the baby just as unconditionally. You will protect it and cherish it and be a total marshmallow for it. No one will believe you’re a serial killer anymore. Seriously, your street cred will be shot to shit.” His eyes gleamed and his mouth . . . curved. Wow. Her breath caught. His smile was sexy and sensual and dangerous all at once. “You’re smiling!”
He frowned. “I’m not.”
“Always so grouchy.”
Whatever. Moving up the bed, he positioned himself on his side. “Time to sleep.” Fitting her to him, he kissed her throat. “Love you, Kenna.”
“Love you too.” She snuggled deeper into him, closing her eyes. The pain of Harlow’s news was still fresh. At the same time, there was a lightness inside her. Now that she knew the truth of her past, it felt like a weight had been lifted from her chest. She had her answers. They were shit and they were too sad for words, but at least she knew. Now she could truly move forward. And she could do it with her mate.
She was just dozing off when his cell phone beeped. Ryan grabbed his cell, tapped the screen a few times, and then slung it back onto the cabinet. It skidded along, knocked her compact mirror off the surface and—
Crack.
Well, shit. They both knew what that meant.
“Don’t say it.”
“I wasn’t gonna.”