Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
He’s tall, like I said, and muscular—the immaculate black tux he’s wearing can’t hide that. His dark brown hair is cut in a short, fashionable style but I can’t see his eyes—they’re hidden by the mask he wears.
“Come on,” he says to me, taking me by the hand. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Wait!” I pull back against him, unwilling to just follow wherever he leads. I don’t care what he paid for me, I did not consent to be sold in the first place!
He turns to look at me, a frown playing over his sensual mouth. I wish he would take off the mask so I could see his face! He looks familiar but I’m sure I don’t know any six foot six-tall billionaires.
“What is it?” he asks me. “Don’t you want to get out of this place?”
“I…I want to know your name,” I say in a voice that wavers more than I like. “Please…I know you bought me but I didn’t know anything about the, uh, Were world until today. Also, I was kidnapped—it’s not like I asked to be sold.”
“I understand.” He nods. “All right then. My name is Connor James Lowell the Third. There—satisfied?”
I nibble my bottom lip.
“Sort of. Why did you buy me? I mean, aside from me being a, uh, Recessive Omega. Or is that the only reason?”
“You’ll find out—but not here,” he says sternly. “Now are you coming with me willingly or should I throw you over my shoulder?”
He looks like he could do it with no problem. I don’t like the idea of being carried like a sack of flour.
“I’ll come,” I say unwillingly. “It’s just…we’re going through this whole crowd and look how I’m dressed.” I indicate my gown which shows my breasts and pussy and my new owner makes a sound like a hungry growl.
“Yes, I can see how you’re dressed,” he remarks, his eyes raking over me. “But I like it that you don’t want anyone else looking at you now that you’re mine. So here.”
He takes off his extremely expensive tux jacket and drapes it around my shoulders. He’s so tall that it fits me almost like a trench coat. I put my arms through the sleeves gratefully and pull it close around me, being careful not to let the fabric rub my tender nipples.
The tux jacket smells like him—a warm, spicy scent that is somehow familiar. Do I know him? To be honest, he looks a little like Fake Kane. He’s got the height and the muscles, anyway.
But then I remember the beat-up pickup truck and the Walmart clothes. The shaggy hair and the way he was willing to work as a dishwasher and busboy. No…no way those two are the same person. No billionaire in the world would stoop to such manual labor.
“There—much better.” My new owner nods in satisfaction as I pull the jacket around me. He takes my hand again. “Now come on—we don’t have all night!”
He tugs on my hand and I follow him this time without complaint. He pulls me through the vast auditorium and out into the night.
Apparently he owns me now. I guess I’m going home with him.
38
CONNOR
The moon—just a night past full—shines down on us as we make our way across the wide, grassy expanse towards the venue’s parking area. It’s strong tonight, making my skin itch from the inside-out. I shrug my shoulders against the itch. I don’t have to Shift right now like I do on the night of the actual full moon, though I could if I wanted to.
Speaking of Shifting and my Wolf, he couldn’t be happier. We finally have our mate back—I can feel him inside me, wagging his tail.
I don’t have the heart to tell him that we probably won’t get to keep Sunny. I don’t expect her to forgive my deception, just because I bought her. Though at the moment, I don’t believe she knows who I am. She hasn’t yet connected me with the guy who lied to her and pretended to be her brother for two long years. I’m not exactly in a hurry to tell her either—I want to keep her with me for as long as possible—I fucking missed her.
Plus, she’s going to need to be bred. Her Heat Cycle is well advanced—even now her warm, feminine scent is teasing my nose and making my cock rock hard in my tux trousers. I’m not sure if I should tell her who I am before that or not. On one hand, I want her so much it hurts. But on the other, I don’t want to deceive her again—she really needs to know it’s me who’s breeding her. And—
“So, bunkie—I wondered if it was you. I can’t believe you paid five million for this little slut.”
The voice of my old cellmate stops me dead in my tracks. Instinctively, I push Sunny behind me.