Whirlwind, Bailey Bradford [surface ebook reader TXT] 📗

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Dorso fisted one hand in Adal’s hair and grabbed his ass with the other. Adal squeaked in surprise. Fear reignited in him, tangling with a need to strong he could hardly think.

Dorso squeezed his butt and gave Adal’s hair a tug. Adal slithered on top of Dorso and parted his legs, framing the outer sides of Dorso’s thighs. The position aligned their cocks exquisitely and Adal’s heartbeat ratcheted up even higher as he thrust.

Dorso pushed his tongue in deeper then scraped his teeth over Adal’s lower lip. At the same time, he pushed his fingers into the seam of Adal’s ass, pressing against his hole.

Adal’s orgasm rocketed throughout his body without warning. He’d never felt anything like it, going so hot he expected to combust as rapturous pleasure washed up from his groin. Adal gasped and rutted, mindless with bliss, chasing more and more of his release.

He didn’t even care when he was rolled, when Dorso caught up one of his legs and began thrusting, driving his rigid dick over Adal’s groin. He did manage to open his eyes, because he needed to see his mate. Dorso looked absolutely fierce, teeth bared as his lips thinned, sweat coating his skin, tendons standing out in his neck as he humped against Adal.

Adal could only hold on, gripping Dorso’s forearms and moaning as his own climax dragged out longer than he’d ever experienced before.

Dorso grunted with every thrust. His hips snapped harder, and it was almost painful for Adal, yet he craved each drive, each grinding shove. He got a hand down to Dorso’s hip and held on there, curling his fingers into a bruising grip.

It spurred Dorso on. Adal was pushed up the bed by the next thrust, then Dorso bore down on him, hissing and cursing as wet heat spread between their groins.

Adal’s cock hadn’t gone soft at all. Couldn’t, not when Dorso was coming apart because of him. No one had ever been interested in him, had ever looked at him with lust. Adal’s world, in the past twenty-four hours, had truly been tipped on its axis.

And Dorso’s had, too, though he didn’t know it yet.

“Fuck,” Dorso muttered brokenly as he jerked above Adal. “What…the…fuck…” he got out between gasps. “What just happened? I don’t even know you. Fuck.” Dorso rolled off him. “My head.”

Adal’s pleasure vanished as if he’d been tossed into frigid waters. He didn’t know who or what he was more afraid of, Dorso, the conversation they were going to have, being a disappointment to his mate—everything was so uncertain.

It was something he should have been used to, as Adal had never known if he’d be allowed to live from one day to the next, and yet this fear was different, worse. If his mate rejected him, Adal didn’t know what he’d do.

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About the Author

 

 

A native Texan, Bailey spends her days spinning stories around in her head, which has contributed to more than one incident of tripping over her own feet. Evenings are reserved for pounding away at the keyboard, as are early morning hours. Sleep? Doesn’t happen much. Writing is too much fun, and there are too many characters bouncing about, tapping on Bailey’s brain demanding to be let out.

Caffeine and chocolate are permanent fixtures in Bailey’s office and are never far from hand at any given time. Removing either of those necessities from Bailey’s presence can result in what is known as A Very, Very Scary Bailey and is not advised under any circumstances.

Email: itsbaileybradford@yahoo.com

Bailey loves to hear from readers. You can find her contact information, website and author biography at http://www.pride-publishing.com.

Also by Bailey Bradford

Breaking the Devil

Dark Nights and Headlights

Texas and Tarantulas

Belt Buckles and Cowboy Boots

Southwestern Shifters: Rescued

Southwestern Shifters: Relentless

Southwestern Shifters: Reckless

Southwestern Shifters: Rendered

Southwestern Shifters: Resilience

Southwestern Shifters: Reverence

Southwestern Shifters: Revolution

Southwestern Shifters: Revenge

Southwestern Shifters: Reluctance

Southwestern Shifters: Renounced

Southwestern Shifters: Retrograde

Southern Spirits: A Subtle Breeze

Southern Spirits: When the Dead Speak

Southern Spirits: All of the Voices

Southern Spirits: Wait Until Dawn

Southern Spirits: Aftermath

Southern Spirits What Remains

Southern Spirits: Ascension

Southern Spirits: Whirlwind

Love in Xxchange: Rory’s Last Chance

Love in Xxchange: Miles To Go

Love in Xxchange: Bend

Love in Xxchange: What Matters Most

Love in Xxchange: Ex’s and O’s

Love in Xxchange: A Bit of Me

Love in Xxchange: A Bit of You

Love in Xxchange: In My Arms Tonight

Love in Xxchange: Where There’s a Will

Love in Xxchange: My Heart to Keep

Leopard’s Spots: Levi

Leopard’s Spots: Oscar

Leopard’s Spots: Timothy

Leopard’s Spots: Isaiah

Leopard’s Spots: Gilbert

Leopard’s Spots: Esau

Leopard’s Spots: Sullivan

Leopard’s Spots: Wesley

Leopard’s Spots: Nischal

Leopard’s Spots: Justice

Leopard’s Spots: Sabin

Leopard’s Spots: Cliff

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Chaps and Hope

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Ropes and Dreams

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Saddles and Memories

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Fences and Freedom

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Riding and Regrets

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Broncs and Bullies

Mossy Glenn Ranch: Hay and Heartbreak

Spotless: Hide

Spotless: Hunt

Spotless: Home

Spotless: Heart

Coyote’s Call: Off Course

Coyote’s Call: In from the Cold

Valen’s Pack: Run with the Moon

Valen’s Pack: Exodus

The Vamp for Me: My Life Without Garlic

The Vamp for Me: Don’t Stake My Life on It

The Vamp for Me: Sunshine is Overrated

Yes, Forever: Part One

Yes, Forever: Part Two

Yes, Forever: Part Three

Yes, Forever: Part Four

Yes, Forever: Part Five

What’s his Passion?: Unexpected Places

What’s his Passion?: Unexpected Moments