Variation Read Online Rebecca Yarros

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 166
Estimated words: 157273 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 786(@200wpm)___ 629(@250wpm)___ 524(@300wpm)
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I held on to his arm for balance as my muscles locked, and that spiral of tension stuttered my breath into shallow pants. He worked me relentlessly to the edge of the cliff, then sent me flying. The release took me in colossal waves that arched my back again and again, drowning me in pleasure so sharp I almost forgot to breathe. His hand muffled my shout and every moan that followed as he stroked me down, dragging out every last aftershock until I fell to the side, gasping for air.

He followed, rolling me to my back, then lightly traced my clit with the tip of his tongue, setting off another shudder of pure bliss. “I can’t get enough of you.” He repeated the caress, and my stomach tightened.

“I want you, Hudson.” I ran my fingers through his hair and tugged. “Inside me. Now.”

“And I want you desperate.” He gave me another series of gentle licks, and my back bowed as that sweet tension built within me again. God, it felt so good. “Writhing and needy and begging for me.”

I propped myself up on my elbows and watched his next strike. “I don’t.” I gasped as he dragged his tongue over my swollen clit. “Beg.”

His slow smile was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. “You will,” he promised, sliding off the edge of the bed and stripping out of his remaining clothes.

I watched like the show it was, my tongue wetting my lower lip as he pulled off his shorts, then the black boxer briefs underneath. Every inch of him was cut, defined by hours in the water and gym. He was beyond words, beyond my ability to grasp what I’d thought perfect was. My core clenched just looking at him, my gaze lingering on the hard length of his cock as he stepped free of his clothes. “You are . . .” I swallowed. “You’re beautiful. Please tell me you had more foresight than I did and brought condoms.”

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t sure I cared. I was on birth control, trusted Hudson more than any partner I’d ever had, and needed him inside me. It was that simple.

“I’d call it more like wishful thinking than foresight.” He reached into his pack and brought out a foil packet.

I sat up and took it from him.

His eyes flared as I ripped it open and threw the wrapper on the nightstand next to the lantern. Then I rolled the thin layer of latex over him slowly, my mouth curving as his breath caught, his abs tensed, and his hand fisted in my hair. Finally, I reached his base, then wrapped my hand around him.

His low groan gave me life.

“Sure you want to wait until I’m begging?”

“Holy shit, Allie.” He grabbed my waist and all but threw me back onto the bed, then prowled over me, positioning himself between my thighs. “Writhing. Needy. Begging. We’ve waited too long for it to be anything less.”

He kissed me with an urgency that demanded my response, and I gave it, arching up for his mouth again and again while his hands roamed over me, setting me on fire with every touch. I arched as he worshipped my breasts with his mouth, then cried in frustration when he flipped me to my stomach and trailed kisses up my spine.

I reared back when his mouth reached my neck, pushing my ass against him in clear invitation. The ache winding within me throbbed.

“Fuck, you’re almost there. Almost but not quite.” He flipped me again like I weighed next to nothing and ran his hand up my inner thigh.

“Hudson . . .” My hips squirmed, trying to put his hand where I needed it.

“Do you need me?” His fingers dipped between my thighs and I cried out when he stroked the hypersensitive nerves. “Your body sure as hell does. God, you’re drenching my hand.”

“I need you!” The man had the self-control of a saint, and I was going to burn alive if he didn’t give in.

“Right now?” He swirled around my clit, then sank a finger inside me. My core locked around him, and I moaned. So, so, so good, but not enough.

“Right. Now.” My hips rocked, my nails dug into his shoulders, and when he slid in a second finger and curled them upward, stars winked in my vision. “More. I need more.” If it wasn’t for the way he looked at me, the way his arms trembled, I would have thought he was completely unaffected. “Hudson.” My hands slipped up to his stubbled cheeks as I writhed. “Don’t make me wait. Please.”

His fingers withdrew, only to be replaced by the blunt head of his cock at my entrance.

Finally.

He braced his weight on his forearms, leaned down, and brushed his lips over mine. “Are you desperate?”


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