Wild Hunger Read Online Suzanne Wright (Phoenix Pack #7)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Phoenix Pack Series by Suzanne Wright
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Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 109853 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
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When he felt the telling tingle at the base of his spine, Trick swatted her ass hard. That was all it took. She came again, clamping down on his dick and groaning his name. He swore viciously and jammed his cock deep as he exploded, filling her with his come.

For a short while, they stayed where they were, panting and shaking with aftershocks. Trick pressed a kiss to the dip between her shoulder blades and then slowly pulled out of her. He straightened, but she didn’t move. Mouth curving, he rubbed one of the globes that were a pretty pink from his hands. His wolf growled in satisfaction at the sight. “You okay, baby?”

“Hmm.”

“Sore?”

“You like it when I’m sore, so don’t bother trying to sound concerned.”

Chuckling, he lifted her and carried her into the little bathroom. After cleaning up, they dragged on their clothes and he drew her to him. “Love you, baby.”

Frankie smiled at the way his brown eyes drifted over her face, warm and possessive. Her wolf basked in that possessiveness. It wasn’t an emotion that was constricting or hurtful; it made her feel safe and cosseted. “And I love you.” She kissed him, licking at his tongue and sipping from his mouth. “Did you actually finish your sketch?”

“Yep.”

“I want to see.” She leaned into him when he slid an arm around her waist and then guided her to the chair where he’d left his pad. As she got a good look at his sketch, she smiled. “Hey, that’s really good.” He’d somehow captured her energy. He’d even mastered the intense “Don’t bother me” expression she subconsciously wore when working. She could see his confidence in each of those strokes and the clever use of shade.

Handing him the pad, she said, “I’m seriously impressed.”

“Thank you.” He dabbed a kiss on her mouth. “You done for the day?”

She glanced at the sculpture. “I have a little more to do, but I could really use a shower right now.”

His voice dropped an octave as he said, “A shower sounds good.”

Hearing the sexual intention there, she frowned. “You had me this morning, and then again just now.”

“Yes. And?”

Frankie just shook her head. “I’m still a little sore, so you’ll have to wait until later.”

Trick pursed his lips. Wait? Nah. At the very least, he’d eat her out in the shower. But he didn’t say that. “I can wait. But I’m getting back in that pussy tonight.”

She snapped her teeth. He was such a bossy bastard. And totally spoiled. “Fine. But tonight, instead of you taking over, can we do what I want to do?”

“It depends on what you want to do.”

“Well, if it ‘depends,’ we’re not doing what I want to do because you’re in control of what happens.”

“It’s good that you get that. It’s like one mind.”

She splayed her palm over his face and turned away. “You’re not here. You’re really not. I don’t know why I let you sketch me.”

Chuckling, Trick grabbed her hand. “It was only fair that you let me sketch you, since you started working on a sculpture of my head.” He’d seen it tucked under one of her benches.

Frankie narrowed her eyes at him. “How do you know about that?”

“A little bird told me.”

“Well, since I don’t have a parrot that could sell me out, I’m guessing that you’re lying.”

“Oh my God. It’s just a turn of phrase.”

“It’s a proverb, and they’re dumb.”

He sighed. “You’re always going to make me crazy, aren’t you?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

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