wanted you since the day we met.” Reaching between his thighs, she stroked him with a feathery touch.
A shiver shook his body. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on her shoulder while he growled his approval.
“Three days is a long time to wait, Rob.” Esther’s advances grew more aggressive. Stroking with both hands, she showed no mercy and milked his cock.
Of their own accord, his hips thrust in time. He gripped the bedding and tried to catch his breath. By some miracle he kept from coming, even though her hands felt so fucking great. After a few more strokes he noticed his erratic breathing, and he sat back between her bent legs and removed her hands.
She was perfect for him, driving and challenging him in life and in bed. He grabbed her ass and lifted her pussy to meet his cock. The heat of her cream slipped over his tip and he rubbed his stiff rod at her entrance, barely penetrating.
It drove her wild.
And she drove him over the edge. He shoved inside of her to his balls.
His name left her lips and she dug her nails into his ass, pulling him even deeper.
Everyone in the house must have heard her. He grinned and thrust harder, faster, so she’d do it again. Once he started pounding inside her, he didn’t care if she shouted out the alphabet backward. Secret muscles squeezed him like no hands ever could. Smooth and soft, her pussy enveloped him as he burrowed deeper.
He wanted more, needed to spread his scent all over her so every male would know she belonged to him. His momentum drove Esther to the headboard.
To avoid getting a concussion she sat and grabbed his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Unbelievably, he sank even deeper. From the shocked expression on her face he knew his eyes had changed color again. She always seemed taken when they became his beast’s amber. The transformation was close, only a fraction of will kept him and the beast from merging, but he’d been this close before and knew how to control his change.
Esther’s gasp rewarded his efforts as he channeled the beast’s size into his cock.
“Oh shit, Rob.” She flung her head back, exposing her graceful neck.
Bracing her back to the wall by his bed, he bit her shoulder. Thrust after hard thrust, sweat beaded on her smooth skin and some trickled down his back. The springs of his bed squealed, and his wall creaked from the abuse.
Esther’s cries of encouragement kept him going. They changed in pitch all of a sudden. Her pussy grabbed hold of his cock as if made of iron, leaving him at her mercy until his seed poured into her. A howl tore from his throat.
Silence blanketed the room after his declaration. Robert kneeled and gathered his Esther into his arms. The next year would be tough on both of them. He’d just witnessed Spice’s adaptation with Eric as her mentor and he knew what to expect—a lot of chaos.
Esther’s blue eyes met his.
He’d love every second of it.
The front door closed and Eric’s voice shouted, “We’re home. What’d we miss?”
Robert glanced at the pack cellphone on his bedside table. He’d keep it and give his alphas one more day of rest. There wasn’t a problem out there he couldn’t handle.
About Annie Nicholas
http://www.lyricalpress.com/annie_nicholas
From my Vermont home, I create paranormals with a twist. Finding the right kind of twist for each story proves to be a challenge, especially in a series.
I struggled to find the right woman for Robert. All the month of August 2010, I wrote and wrote from his point of view trying to find the core of what I wanted. Ten thousand words later, I hit delete and erased it all. With a new start, I met Esther. Hard-ass killer, confident, and competent, the total opposite of my hero. A perfect match. A perfect twist.
Annie’s Website:
www.annienicholas.webs.com
Reader eMail:
[email protected]
About the Vanguards Series
Book 1: The Omegas
Available in ebook from Lyrical Press
Book 2: The Alpha
Available
A shiver shook his body. He closed his eyes, resting his forehead on her shoulder while he growled his approval.
“Three days is a long time to wait, Rob.” Esther’s advances grew more aggressive. Stroking with both hands, she showed no mercy and milked his cock.
Of their own accord, his hips thrust in time. He gripped the bedding and tried to catch his breath. By some miracle he kept from coming, even though her hands felt so fucking great. After a few more strokes he noticed his erratic breathing, and he sat back between her bent legs and removed her hands.
She was perfect for him, driving and challenging him in life and in bed. He grabbed her ass and lifted her pussy to meet his cock. The heat of her cream slipped over his tip and he rubbed his stiff rod at her entrance, barely penetrating.
It drove her wild.
And she drove him over the edge. He shoved inside of her to his balls.
His name left her lips and she dug her nails into his ass, pulling him even deeper.
Everyone in the house must have heard her. He grinned and thrust harder, faster, so she’d do it again. Once he started pounding inside her, he didn’t care if she shouted out the alphabet backward. Secret muscles squeezed him like no hands ever could. Smooth and soft, her pussy enveloped him as he burrowed deeper.
He wanted more, needed to spread his scent all over her so every male would know she belonged to him. His momentum drove Esther to the headboard.
To avoid getting a concussion she sat and grabbed his shoulders. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
Unbelievably, he sank even deeper. From the shocked expression on her face he knew his eyes had changed color again. She always seemed taken when they became his beast’s amber. The transformation was close, only a fraction of will kept him and the beast from merging, but he’d been this close before and knew how to control his change.
Esther’s gasp rewarded his efforts as he channeled the beast’s size into his cock.
“Oh shit, Rob.” She flung her head back, exposing her graceful neck.
Bracing her back to the wall by his bed, he bit her shoulder. Thrust after hard thrust, sweat beaded on her smooth skin and some trickled down his back. The springs of his bed squealed, and his wall creaked from the abuse.
Esther’s cries of encouragement kept him going. They changed in pitch all of a sudden. Her pussy grabbed hold of his cock as if made of iron, leaving him at her mercy until his seed poured into her. A howl tore from his throat.
Silence blanketed the room after his declaration. Robert kneeled and gathered his Esther into his arms. The next year would be tough on both of them. He’d just witnessed Spice’s adaptation with Eric as her mentor and he knew what to expect—a lot of chaos.
Esther’s blue eyes met his.
He’d love every second of it.
The front door closed and Eric’s voice shouted, “We’re home. What’d we miss?”
Robert glanced at the pack cellphone on his bedside table. He’d keep it and give his alphas one more day of rest. There wasn’t a problem out there he couldn’t handle.
About Annie Nicholas
http://www.lyricalpress.com/annie_nicholas
From my Vermont home, I create paranormals with a twist. Finding the right kind of twist for each story proves to be a challenge, especially in a series.
I struggled to find the right woman for Robert. All the month of August 2010, I wrote and wrote from his point of view trying to find the core of what I wanted. Ten thousand words later, I hit delete and erased it all. With a new start, I met Esther. Hard-ass killer, confident, and competent, the total opposite of my hero. A perfect match. A perfect twist.
Annie’s Website:
www.annienicholas.webs.com
Reader eMail:
[email protected]
About the Vanguards Series
Book 1: The Omegas
Available in ebook from Lyrical Press
Book 2: The Alpha
Available
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