The bed dipped, and as I looked over my shoulder, I saw him sitting upright. He was magnificent. Staring at him, my gaze trailed along the ink on his arms, the light in his eyes that told me he was feeling playful, and those thick lips of his that had just done unbelievable things to me. He lunged, and I squeaked. His hands were on me, grabbing me by the hips, he lifted me and placed on his lap. Goddess, did his cock ever go down? It sat beneath my ass.“Where do you think you’re going?” Dane asked.“Oh, you know. I’ve got things to do, places to go, people to see,” I said nonchalantly. I was feeling alert. As if he wasn’t looking at me like I was prey.“I don’t think so,” he murmured huskily.“I didn’t know I needed your permission to do as I pleased,” I baited.Dane closed his eyes, and when they opened, his wolf was present. He jumped to his feet, taking me with him. Before I could ask him what in the world was going on, he threw me over his shoulder. His hand smacked my cheek, and
“You’re the only one. I did those things because it was you,” Dane rasped.“You expect me to believe that you’d do all of those things for someone you’d never met?” I asked.“I expect nothing but what you have to offer,” Dane said.I don’t know what it was, but it felt like too much. He was too much. I needed to get away, but Dane refused to release me as I shook my head. He hovered right in front of me, not above me. He treated me as an equal, he spoke to me as someone he valued, and he waited patiently for me to speak like what I said mattered. The walls were closing in and the clouds promised to help me dive into the dark abyss I was used to.His body served as barrier, unbending against he winds of depression. His eyes held me captive, demanding I believe him. He refused to let me look anywhere but at him. He wanted me to hear him, feel him, trust him. Of course, I heard him. I knew I was being ridiculous. I felt like an idiot for crying over women wanting him, when I just slept w
Surprise. That’s what had my eyebrows diving into my hairline. The meaning behind Dane’s words were clear, but my mind wouldn’t process them in correlation with myself. Stripped bare in front of this man with my his hand on my neck, my pulse thrummed beneath his thumb.The things that would make me nervous on a daily basis, weren’t. Why? Because of his big dick? No. Dane waving his cock around didn’t make my trauma disappear. My body and brain have been at odds since he showed up at the party and dragged me to his car. I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and fell from my lips. I felt like I was going to crack. I’d blame my hysteria on exhaustion.“I didn’t know you were a king, but I think you’re mistaken.”“About what exactly?” Dane asked as he cocked his head.“I am no queen,” I murmured in comedic disbelief.Steel eyes darkened to a stormy gray, and the hand wrapped around my throat squeezed. After the abuse I’d suffered at the hand of the man who was supposed to love me, I s
Dane claimed I was his, as if that was that. There was no explanation, no elaboration. It just was. I wanted those two little words to be true. Goddess, I did. Even though he looked me in the eye when he said it, beneath the many layers over my heart, I didn’t believe it. I needed to stay in this bubble where he only wanted me. I needed to wrap myself up in his words. In the short time we knew each other, he hadn’t lied to me.Was it possible to fall head over heals with someone you’d only known a few days?It was so ludicrous; I wanted to laugh. And yet here I was, pretending I would be okay with this just being a fling. He hadn’t lied to me before, but like all men, they eventually did. This only bothered me now that I was with Dane. I hoped he would lie to me longer. He rinsed my hair, distracting me from my thoughts. I held onto him, afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t.He lifted me onto the edge of the tub, my skin a light contract to the obsidian beneath. The hard material was cool
Did he really just write his name using his cum?There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.My vision blurred and my chin trembled. Dane lifted his gaze to mine. There was a possessiveness there, but also a gleam. The bastard. He was enjoying the blatant shock on my face. I should be irked, but I wasn’t. I was a whirlwind of I want him forever, spank me again, and fuck me now. How was a girl supposed to think straight when faced with Dane? His eyes warm as a smile spreads across my face even as a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. His story grays tracked the one tear to rebel against my will.“I know this is
Dane was right. It had been hours. The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon and the moon hung high in the sky. The stars danced and their sparkle kept catching my eye. But nothing held my attention as much as Dane’s chiseled, tattooed back. When we walked into the kitchen, he lifted me and placed me on the counter. He hadn’t given me a shirt or let me change before he dragged me downstairs. So the cool counter top against the back of my thighs caused goosebumps to break out across my skin. He stood right beside me with a bowl of meat and had already finished peeling and chopping potatoes into thin little cubes.“How do smash burgers and fries sound?” Dane asked.“Like a food orgasm,” I groaned.“I love it when you make that sound. I’ll give you whatever kind of orgasm you want, whenever. Just say the word,” he sighed. My cheeks flushed as a smile spread across my face. He smirked as he rolled the meat in the palm of his hand and squished it effortlessly. He placed one patty after a
When I’d all but licked my dish clean, I looked up to find leaning back in his seat, watching me. There was a glint in his eyes that told me he had sinful, delicious thoughts. My throat tightened. It felt like he could see through me, no, into me. As if he were peering into my soul. I was in a towel, but Goddess, I hadn’t felt as naked as I did right then. A shiver ran up my spine. My cheeks heated, and I knew my face was red. Unable to take a second more, I jumped to my feet and grabbed my dish. Only for him to take it from me.“You’re not doing that,” he murmured as he shook his head.“I’m not doing what? Taking my mess back?” I laughed. The first time makes sense, but at this point I was feeling like a burden. He laced his fingers with mine, and I forget how to breathe when he pressed his lips to my knuckles. His eyes cut to mine.“No, you can’t,” he growled.I mean… it’s hard to argue with that.But I would.“Okay, okay. I’ll just… sit down like a princess,” I feigned with mock ser
“Okay. Let’s start easy. How old are you?” I asked.“I’m 26. What about you?”“I’m 24,” I laughed. I wasn’t 16 anymore and internally I felt old.“What would you have done if you were older?” he asked.“Hey! I’m the one asking the questions around here,” I teased.“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. He pushed the bag of cheesy goodness, offering me damnation. I didn’t even hesitate as I grabbed a handful. He held the bag between us and that had me smiling. Apparently, the bar was still on the floor.“How long have you lived here?” Then I bit into the puffy chip and waited for his response.“I spent half of my life living somewhere else. I had to move here for personal reasons and enlisted,” he said.“Hm… do you have any siblings? Little sisters? Brothers?” I asked.“No. I’m an only child.”“Wow, really?” He nodded. “But you’re not a spoiled brat.”“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughed.“You should. I have nine siblings! How was it growing up? Quiet?” I was intrigued to know.“I had a lot
Falling asleep with the woman I love in my arms brought me a peace I have never known. I haven’t slept that well… ever. Vera was running and I knew it had to do with her shitty ex. When she cried out her safe word, I almost saw red. The implications of what she’s been through was enough for me to know he was running on borrowed time. Luckily for him, I wasn’t in a rush to get his info. This was only the beginning. I just needed a name, picture… and an address. Okay, I just needed a name and an address and then I’d sort it for her. We’ve been talking for months, but seeing her in person? Fuck. I knew right away why I was so obsessed with her. Months of Snarling her and I had no idea she was mine. I should have known.Years of wondering about my mate, instincts demanded I find her, but I couldn’t. I didn’t think I deserved to look for her after I got Ana pregnant. She was a passing fling, but when she came to me holding her belly, one sniff and I knew Maria was mine. I did right by her a
The silence in the room was deafening. My forehead wrinkled, my lips parted, and I forgot how to breathe. I know I didn’t hear that right. Right? My eyebrows furrowed. Goddess, it felt like my heart had stopped. I swallowed as I looked into Dane’s eyes. I expected his face to light up and tell me he was joking, but what I found was unwavering truth. There wasn’t any shame there like I assumed. I’ve read books where men have lied about having children just so they could get a piece of ass. While I’m aware I can’t base real life situations off of what I’ve read, I’ve also known alpha-holes who are exactly like the villain.Was I doubting him with this new piece of information after he’d done absolutely nothing for me to feel this way?Yes. Yes, I was.“It wasn’t in your SnarlChat bio,” I rasped. Unconsciously, I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened.“I’m not on SnarlChat looking for a life partner,” he said slow and carefully.“Well, no. I guess not many are,” I scoffed. He held m
“Okay. Let’s start easy. How old are you?” I asked.“I’m 26. What about you?”“I’m 24,” I laughed. I wasn’t 16 anymore and internally I felt old.“What would you have done if you were older?” he asked.“Hey! I’m the one asking the questions around here,” I teased.“Okay, okay,” he chuckled. He pushed the bag of cheesy goodness, offering me damnation. I didn’t even hesitate as I grabbed a handful. He held the bag between us and that had me smiling. Apparently, the bar was still on the floor.“How long have you lived here?” Then I bit into the puffy chip and waited for his response.“I spent half of my life living somewhere else. I had to move here for personal reasons and enlisted,” he said.“Hm… do you have any siblings? Little sisters? Brothers?” I asked.“No. I’m an only child.”“Wow, really?” He nodded. “But you’re not a spoiled brat.”“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he laughed.“You should. I have nine siblings! How was it growing up? Quiet?” I was intrigued to know.“I had a lot
When I’d all but licked my dish clean, I looked up to find leaning back in his seat, watching me. There was a glint in his eyes that told me he had sinful, delicious thoughts. My throat tightened. It felt like he could see through me, no, into me. As if he were peering into my soul. I was in a towel, but Goddess, I hadn’t felt as naked as I did right then. A shiver ran up my spine. My cheeks heated, and I knew my face was red. Unable to take a second more, I jumped to my feet and grabbed my dish. Only for him to take it from me.“You’re not doing that,” he murmured as he shook his head.“I’m not doing what? Taking my mess back?” I laughed. The first time makes sense, but at this point I was feeling like a burden. He laced his fingers with mine, and I forget how to breathe when he pressed his lips to my knuckles. His eyes cut to mine.“No, you can’t,” he growled.I mean… it’s hard to argue with that.But I would.“Okay, okay. I’ll just… sit down like a princess,” I feigned with mock ser
Dane was right. It had been hours. The sun had already sunk beneath the horizon and the moon hung high in the sky. The stars danced and their sparkle kept catching my eye. But nothing held my attention as much as Dane’s chiseled, tattooed back. When we walked into the kitchen, he lifted me and placed me on the counter. He hadn’t given me a shirt or let me change before he dragged me downstairs. So the cool counter top against the back of my thighs caused goosebumps to break out across my skin. He stood right beside me with a bowl of meat and had already finished peeling and chopping potatoes into thin little cubes.“How do smash burgers and fries sound?” Dane asked.“Like a food orgasm,” I groaned.“I love it when you make that sound. I’ll give you whatever kind of orgasm you want, whenever. Just say the word,” he sighed. My cheeks flushed as a smile spread across my face. He smirked as he rolled the meat in the palm of his hand and squished it effortlessly. He placed one patty after a
Did he really just write his name using his cum?There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.My vision blurred and my chin trembled. Dane lifted his gaze to mine. There was a possessiveness there, but also a gleam. The bastard. He was enjoying the blatant shock on my face. I should be irked, but I wasn’t. I was a whirlwind of I want him forever, spank me again, and fuck me now. How was a girl supposed to think straight when faced with Dane? His eyes warm as a smile spreads across my face even as a single tear escaped and rolled down my cheek. His story grays tracked the one tear to rebel against my will.“I know this is
Dane claimed I was his, as if that was that. There was no explanation, no elaboration. It just was. I wanted those two little words to be true. Goddess, I did. Even though he looked me in the eye when he said it, beneath the many layers over my heart, I didn’t believe it. I needed to stay in this bubble where he only wanted me. I needed to wrap myself up in his words. In the short time we knew each other, he hadn’t lied to me.Was it possible to fall head over heals with someone you’d only known a few days?It was so ludicrous; I wanted to laugh. And yet here I was, pretending I would be okay with this just being a fling. He hadn’t lied to me before, but like all men, they eventually did. This only bothered me now that I was with Dane. I hoped he would lie to me longer. He rinsed my hair, distracting me from my thoughts. I held onto him, afraid he’d disappear if I didn’t.He lifted me onto the edge of the tub, my skin a light contract to the obsidian beneath. The hard material was cool
Surprise. That’s what had my eyebrows diving into my hairline. The meaning behind Dane’s words were clear, but my mind wouldn’t process them in correlation with myself. Stripped bare in front of this man with my his hand on my neck, my pulse thrummed beneath his thumb.The things that would make me nervous on a daily basis, weren’t. Why? Because of his big dick? No. Dane waving his cock around didn’t make my trauma disappear. My body and brain have been at odds since he showed up at the party and dragged me to his car. I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled up and fell from my lips. I felt like I was going to crack. I’d blame my hysteria on exhaustion.“I didn’t know you were a king, but I think you’re mistaken.”“About what exactly?” Dane asked as he cocked his head.“I am no queen,” I murmured in comedic disbelief.Steel eyes darkened to a stormy gray, and the hand wrapped around my throat squeezed. After the abuse I’d suffered at the hand of the man who was supposed to love me, I s
“You’re the only one. I did those things because it was you,” Dane rasped.“You expect me to believe that you’d do all of those things for someone you’d never met?” I asked.“I expect nothing but what you have to offer,” Dane said.I don’t know what it was, but it felt like too much. He was too much. I needed to get away, but Dane refused to release me as I shook my head. He hovered right in front of me, not above me. He treated me as an equal, he spoke to me as someone he valued, and he waited patiently for me to speak like what I said mattered. The walls were closing in and the clouds promised to help me dive into the dark abyss I was used to.His body served as barrier, unbending against he winds of depression. His eyes held me captive, demanding I believe him. He refused to let me look anywhere but at him. He wanted me to hear him, feel him, trust him. Of course, I heard him. I knew I was being ridiculous. I felt like an idiot for crying over women wanting him, when I just slept w