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)
“It scares the fuck out of me,” he mutters.
Maybe my soul isn’t as nice as his. If I catch glimpses of him, then he most likely sees my past. It isn’t nice to be me. It is ugly and lonely. I am being selfish.
I let my legs drop.
“Kaja?”
“Just kiss me. You can teach me later how to keep our minds apart.”
His hands soften, cupping my cheeks. “What’s wrong? Why did you shut down?”
“I was not thinking,” I admit. “I believed I was the only one who felt our joining in my mind. I understand. I do not want you to see those parts of me. I am so sorry.”
His fangs suddenly seem larger than before. “You want to hide yourself from me, consort?”
Yep, that other part of Dante has come out. His eyes are huge green orbs now. “You cannot wish to see me. It’s ugly. I didn’t understand. I will learn to shut it off, as you do. You can teach me.”
His hands tightens around my arms. “I will not teach you to hide yourself from me. You’ll be open. You’ll give me everything. You look at me.”
I get caught in those eyes. I feel my whole body relax. I know I should fight him, but it feels far too good to let Dante take control. I trust him not to harm me physically. My heart is another manner entirely.
“It makes no sense, Kaj.” He sounds more like Dante now. “It scares the crap out of me, but the minute you start talking about putting up barriers and walls between us, I go a little crazy. Baby, you’re making me so crazy, but I can’t help myself. I fucking need you, too. Gods, you taste like sunshine.”
He grips my hair and pulls my head back, exposing the line of my throat. My heart skips as he strikes.
And there it is. I feel him, his soul and being brushing and mingling with mine. They tangle together.
He is beloved. His parents, his sister, his teachers. No one is able to resist him as a child or even a teen. He is smart, so smart. He is like a magnet. Popular with everyone because everyone wants to be near him.
When did it change? When did his boyish charm become mere childishness?
He has his insecurities, too. What is he worth? Money? That can go away. He has seen it a million times. What will he be left with? His intellect did not get him far. He is lost, adrift without any real thing that matters.
My mind is assaulted with sex. Dante began young and never stopped. He loves to fuck, and he is good at it. But he does not take it seriously. He makes sure that none of the women he takes to bed are serious either, until he meets a wolf.
I reach for those feelings. I am there in his soul, but my place is so uncertain. He wants me, but he does not want to want me.
I am beautiful to him.
I feel his fangs in my neck, my body going languid under his, and I am assaulted with a single memory.
“What do you mean she’s dead?” I speak the words, but it is Dante’s voice that comes from my mouth. I am inside his body looking at his cousin. Cian. It is Cian, and he is so pale and thin. My heart, Dante’s heart, is sick at the sight of his cousin.
“Torin’s men killed her,” Cian says, his voice a flat monotone. “Bronwyn died in my arms. I couldn’t even get her body out. I had to leave her behind. That bastard probably burned her.”
I feel sick. Bronwyn, sweet, mischievous Bron, can’t be dead. Dante loves Bron. He spent so much time at the White Palace playing with his cousins, Cian and Bronwyn.
Torin took that from him. He took his uncle and his aunt and his sweet cos.
He will try to take Beck and Ci.
A fire is in Dante’s belly. I can feel it. He buries it because he does not believe he can help, but this is Dante’s passion. Seeing his cousins returned to their throne.
This is the cause he is willing to die for—if only he has the courage to admit it.
I come out of the memory, my back against the soft grass and Dante thrusting gently between my legs.
“Welcome back,” he says with the sweetest smile on his face. “I thought all this work would be for nothing. Not that I was going to stop or anything.”
He pushes his cock deep inside. I let myself sigh. It feels so good.
“If I ever meet your pack, you should know I’m going to kill all of them, love. I’ll eviscerate the whole lot.” He leans his body down, never letting up on the slow slide of his cock. Where did my clothes go? I am utterly naked and skin to skin with Dante. His flesh presses to mine, surrounding me with his scent and feel.