Page 56 of Venom Island
Everything is so sensitive.
I want his mouth on me. His knot inside me. His teeth?—
I scream as he bites down just above the areola of my right breast, his claim searing and overwhelming and soamazing.
My blood hums in response, my wolf sighing at the fullness touching our soul.Claimed. Owned. Possessed. Protected.
This Alpha is ours.
This Alpha chose us.
This Alpha desiresme.
I can feel his knot pulsing beneath the zipper of his jeans, his body primed and ready to take mine. The notion of it terrifies and excites me at the same time.
I’ve seen Alphas rut.
I know how dangerous they can be.
But I trust this Alpha not to hurt me.
His mouth finds mine, my blood a lingering taste on his tongue. I suck it off, then kiss him with a vengeance. I have no idea if I’m doing it right. I don’t even care. He’smine. He’ll teach me if he feels I need to be taught. He’ll make me his in every way.
His palm leaves my cheek, going to my nape as he deepens our kiss. I press myself more firmly against him, needing more.Demandingit. His opposite hand travels between us, making me shudder with that strange mix of excitement and fear.
But rather than free himself from his jeans, he cups me between my thighs.
I jolt as his finger enters me, the sensation so foreign yet sogoodthat I can’t hold back my moan.
Someone curses from behind me. I ignore them, too focused on my Alpha to care about anything or anyone else.
My sensitive bundle of nerves throbs against his palm, eliciting a cry from me. It’s not enough. Yet it feels so, sogood.
“Fuck, tesoro,” Enrique breathes against my mouth. “You’re killing me.”
I’m not sure what he means, and he doesn’t give me a chance to ask because he’s kissing me again, his grip on my nape harsh and demanding.
I arch into his touch between my legs, seeking more. Seeking him. Seekingbliss.
It’s instinctual, my body just seeming to know how to move while my inner wolf drives my desires. I don’t fully understand what I’m searching for, what my animal craves. But I’m moving. Chasing the sensation. Feeling it building.
Gods, whatever it is, it’s intense.
It’s right there.
So, so close.
Enrique must sense it too because his movements change, a second finger slipping inside me to join the first.
I pant, his touch making me feel sofull, yet not nearly full enough.
He gently bites down on my lower lip, then licks away the pain before kissing a path to my ear. “I’m going to knot you for days once we’re alone,” he tells me. “Fill you with my seed. Take you in every fucking way possible.”
Gods, that sounds like a threat and a promise at the same time.
I know what he’s saying—that he’s going to rut me. I know from watching others that it’s going to hurt. But right now, I don’t care. I want him to take me, just like he said. I want him inside me. Filling me to completion.
A whimper leaves me, and that female from the front says something. I can’t understand her, but Enrique rumbles in response. Then his palm covers my mouth.
