Claiming His Human Read online Jenika Snow (Rogues #1)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rogues Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 40168 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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He pressed her back to the wall, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. God, he was so hard, his erection like steel behind his black pants. She knew she wouldn’t stop what was about to happen. She couldn’t if her life depended on it.

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“You want this, want this as much as I do, don’t you?” He all but growled, and the way his baritone voice wrapped around her had an obscene amount of wetness coming from Greta. But it was like he was speaking to himself right now.

That animalistic sound left him again as he sucked on her lips, stroked his tongue over hers, and took control of this situation. She moaned, feeling like this was right, and in the next second his knee was wedged between her thighs. A shocked gasp of pleasure and outrage left her.

“I can smell how wet your pussy is, how much you want this.” He leaned down, ran the tip of his nose up her throat, and growled once more when he reached her ear. He had his hand between her legs seconds later, rubbed her through her thin pants, and all she could do was hold herself up by sheer will alone. Holding onto his massive shoulders also helped.

“I feel like I’m going to pass out,” she whispered.

“I’d catch you before you hit the floor, female.” In the next second he had the flimsy material of her pants torn away. Using his knee he pushed her thighs farther apart and had his hand right over her pussy, right on her mound that was spread and bared for him.

A gasp left her at the chilled feel of his skin against her heated flesh. His touch, his very essence speared right into her. Everything happened so fast that she couldn’t tell him to stop, even if she could have formed the words, or wanted to.

The truth was, Greta wanted this desperately, but her pride, guilt, and the fact that her situation was anything but ideal kept a firm hand on her, refusing to let her relinquish anything. At the first touch of his fingers on her labia she let her head fall back and closed her eyes, knowing that whatever she felt right now wouldn’t matter because he was making her burn alive. Never had she felt anything like this, had anyone touched her so desperately, intensely. She’d never wanted anyone to, in fact. Not until now.

“So warm and wet. So mine.” He ran the pad of his huge thumb along her clit, rubbed the bundle of nerves back and forth, and rumbled deeply. “Your surrender is the sweetest thing, and your acceptance of me, of what I can offer, is the greatest gift.”

Her inner muscles clenched down hard, as if trying to grab onto what wasn’t there. Tolcan continued to rub her clit over and over again until she found herself digging her nails into the flesh of her palms. He was just so much bigger than she. Greta felt like this tiny, small thing next to him.

A gasp left her as a spark of pleasure assaulted her. He was relentless in his erotic onslaught, and when he slipped a finger down her cleft, ran circles around her opening, and slowly penetrated her, a moan she wished she had kept inside spilled out.

“Give yourself over to me, and let me make you feel so good. Let me show you your pleasure is what I seek.”

He pushed his finger in and out of her, tormented her, pleasured her, and had her hating and loving every minute of it. It was so good, so bad, and she wanted more. Greta shook uncontrollably, and something monumental, something she’d experienced with him before, grew inside of her. She was going to come for this male.

“Tell me what you want, Greta and I’ll make the ache go away.” His thick, wet tongue moved along the shell of her ear, causing explosions of sensation to crash and churn inside of her.

Why was she restraining herself so hard when the precipice of ecstasy was just a rub away? He nipped her earlobe, and that spark of pain had her digging her nails deeply into his skin. She knew she drew blood, but all he did was hiss out and lick her ear again. “That’s it, make me bleed. I’d gladly spill my blood for you.”

The air whooshed out of her, and she swallowed roughly. “Please, just do it already.” Her words were broken, hurried, and full of need. As soon as they left her mouth she knew they could never be taken back, knew that saying them had started something that couldn’t be stopped.

It was like something in Tolcan broke right before her. He was a madman between her thighs, moving his thumb over her clit so hard and fast she couldn’t catch her breath. He had his finger still in her, and she felt stretched, bordering on tears of pleasure/pain, and couldn’t stop asking for more.


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