Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78974 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
I would check in with my visions, but they’ll just torture me. The steak Noah fed me gave me the strength to run.
I crack the door open and try to hear who Noah’s talking to.
“I understand, sir,” Noah says, and I realize what the conversation is about. Noah’s checking in with his superior. An alpha growl rumbles from the phone speaker–I can’t hear what the other wolf is saying, but a flash of insight tells me who it is.
Brick Blackthroat. Alpha of the enemy pack.
Noah’s probably confirming my capture and getting orders on what to do next. He didn’t feed and clothe me out of kindness. He has an agenda. And if I don’t give him what he wants, he’ll probably drag me to the Blackthroats, and that’s when the real torture and interrogation will begin.
The wind catches the door, and it swings open with a creak. I jump at the sound, but Noah still has his back to the cabin, and he can’t hear me.
This is my chance. I don’t think, I don’t hesitate. I just run.
Chapter Eleven
Noah
I race after Aster, following the trail of broken branches and her small, hurried footprints in the mud.
I don’t need to hear her. Wolves track by scent, and Aster’s is a sweet perfume laid out before me like a highway a mile wide. If I had to, I’d follow it forever.
Catch her! My wolf urges me. He’s enjoying the chase. He thinks this is wolf courtship, where she runs, and I chase.
Where there’s a juicy reward when I catch her.
I speed up, following the flash of white-blonde hair disappearing between the aspens. I catch up to her in no time.
She’s weak. It’s not a fair match.
I slow down, one part of me enjoying the fuck out of the flash of her long, bare legs under my flannel, the other part pissed that she might be cold. Or that she was so desperate, she thought she had to run without putting on shoes.
I could let her run and tire herself out, but then she stumbles and slips in the mud, and my protective instincts take over. I launch through the air to grab her, carrying us both off balance enough that we go crashing down into the mud.
I make sure I break her fall then roll to pin her beneath me. She thrashes, fighting me, even though it’s futile.
I pin her wrists to the soft earth beside her head. I don’t want to hurt her, but I am pissed that she ran. I thought we had a connection. We do have a connection–the visions.
Did I do something to spook her?
You held her prisoner, my wolf reminds me.
Well, yes. There’s that. But still. We had a vibe.
“Stop,” I command, and feel her body freeze in response to my dominance. I must’ve thrown alpha command into my voice.
I didn’t know I could do that.
We’re covered in mud, and I can smell iron, which means she’s bleeding. The scent makes my wolf howl.
I stare down at her–my lovely captive. Her blue eyes are wide and round. Mud coats one side of her cheek. I want to kiss her again.
Desperately.
She’s panting, her chest rising and falling quickly. Her hair–still wet from the shower–is now covered with wet leaves and dirt.
Kiss her, my wolf urges.
I can’t. She doesn’t want that. Plus, I promised I wouldn’t do it again.
Fuck. Her nipples peak the flannel of my shirt like she’s turned on.
Claim her.
Definitely not.
Except my hands don’t obey my mind. I grasp the edges of the flannel shirt and yank it open, sending the buttons flying in all directions.
Aster gasps.
I lower my head and suck one of her pert nipples like my life depends on it. Her body softens, knees drawing up to cradle my hips. I release her wrist to frame her breast with my fingers, squeezing lightly as I suck. Her free hand doesn’t push me away. She clings to my shoulder with it at first, then burrows her fingers into the hair at the back of my head, as if urging me on.
My cock is rock hard. I want to devour her. She smells like nirvana. Tastes like divinity. Her soft, yielding body beneath mine sings like a choir of fucking angels.
I suction my lips to her nipple and tug until it releases from my lips with a pop.
Fuck. I want more.
My ability to stop left me at some point during the chase. My wolf thinks she’s mine now.
If she gives me any indication she doesn’t want this, I’ll stop, I promise myself. I may have to strangle my wolf, but I’ll do it.
I’m not the kind of male who forces himself on a female.
I’m not like the Adalwulf alphas.
I switch to the other breast, using more finesse this time as I lick a slow circle around her nipple, then flick it with my tongue before I suck it.