Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101147 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 506(@200wpm)___ 405(@250wpm)___ 337(@300wpm)
Meg flexes her hands. “I don’t think I like real, actual bondage. There was nothing fun or sexy about that. At least when Beck and Ci tie me up, I get something out of it. This time, I just got a headache. You don’t have time for sex.”
“There is always time for sex. Come on, Kaj. I’ll be quick.” I know I sound jokey, but deep down I really want her. Without Meg to keep him in check, Roan is likely to take out his frustration on me. There’s no way I come out of this whole, if I survive at all. I want Kaj. I want one last moment with her. I can couch it in sarcasm, but I want to know what it feels like to truly bond with my wife.
“Does the First believe we will flee without him?” Kaja asks, her hands sliding over Meg’s, massaging her wrists back to life.
“He’s not very smart,” Meg replies. “You watched how they put those things on him?”
Kaja smiles brightly. “Of course. Their First did not realize what I am. He allowed me access to many things he should not have. He also fed me a lovely thing called beef jerky. The mercenaries have several pets. They tried to fight me for the jerky, but they fled after I growled. I enjoyed it.”
Kaja knows how to get me out of here? My cock can wait. I would rather live. Damn, I finally found the thing I would rather do than have sex. “Oh, lover, I am going to buy you all the jerky you can handle once you get me out of here.”
Kaja kneels behind me and with a few twists, my hands come free. Kaja moves in front of me, but before she can reach my feet, I catch her. I let my hands sink into her silky mass of hair and draw her close. I let her sweet scent fill my senses. I can hear her pulse, feel the softness of her skin against mine.
“Thank you, Kaja.” I press my lips to hers.
The smile on her face lights up my whole fucking world. “You are welcome, Dante.”
Kaja kneels back down, and my feet come free. I’m not bound anymore, but I wonder if I just became her prisoner.
Chapter Fourteen
Kaja
I turn my face up to the starlit sky. The black night is illuminated with more stars than any wolf can count. The moon is smaller here. A pale silvery presence in the sky, this moon is oddly curved. It isn’t as full and round as the one at home. It does not dominate the sky. The sun, it seems, holds sway here, with the moon only an afterthought.
I hear Meg moving behind me. She’s been working since the moment that Dante told us it was safe to stop. I simply sit, staring at the forest in wonder.
Everything is different here. There is no snow, and the stars make different patterns in the sky. Water falls from above in a great sheet that flows into a crystalline pool. I have never seen anything like it. Dante calls it a waterfall, but Meg mentioned something called paradise.
I look out at Dante, who is bathing in the pool. He shed his clothes almost the instant he made the decision to stop and walked into the pond. The urge to follow him in is tempered by the fact that he isn’t using a tub. I was comfortable in the bathing tub, but the pond is something different. This water is deep. Dante went under several times, each time making my heart skip a beat until he resurfaces.
The sounds are different here, too. There is the whoosh of the water as it hits the pond, and the whisper of the wind in the trees. Beneath it all, I hear something shuffling under the brush behind me. Prey. And yet I find myself more curious than hungry.
Everything about this world makes me curious. Especially Dante.
I stare as he emerges from the pool, water dripping from his form. He is so beautiful. His skin is perfect and smooth. Every muscle ripples, from his broad shoulders to his strong thighs. He shakes the water off of him. His hair looks different now. It is longer without the “product” he spoke of. The water washed it away leaving only his silky strands behind. It makes him look younger, with his gold and red hair brushing his ears. I allow my gaze to drift down. I cannot help but look at how his long, thick male part juts up. Heavy balls swing below. I wonder what it would feel like to cup them, to run my hands along his…cock. He calls it a cock.
My eyes meet with his. I have the sudden urge to go to him.
“Whoa!” Meg yells from our little camp. “Dante, I did not need to see that!”