Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
His spine is as straight as an arrow while he keeps his hands locked behind his back. He’s trying to stay proper. He’s putting on his whole untouchable king routine.
But that hungry, heated look in his gray eyes… It betrays him.
I can tell it’s taking him everything he has to stay rooted to the spot. His breaths are coming out short and violent as he holds back his voracious lust.
I know what he really wants.
Me.
It’s been the best twelve days of my life. I’ve spent every moment with Alaric or his wolf. We’ve visited villages and I’ve met all these wonderful shifters. They’ve been so accepting and happy to see me.
Ever since their king’s wolf has returned, there’s been an excitement in the air. The whole kingdom has erupted with an exuberant, hopeful energy.
“Tell me again why we must wait until the full moon,” I say as I lift my leg onto the armrest, letting my dress slide down my thigh.
He stiffens and holds his breath when he sees my soft flesh exposed.
All we’ve done is kiss. We kiss and kiss and kiss until he’s able to pull together a second of restraint, then he yanks himself away, whispers his sexy phrase, “I am alpha. I endure,” and then he flees, leaving me wet and horny and ready to explode.
Maybe it’s from twelve days and nights of this torture, or maybe it’s the wine I had at dinner, but I’m not about to let him off that easily tonight.
“It’s the law of the land,” he says.
I start playing with the bottom of my dress, showing another inch or two of thigh. It takes everything he has not to look.
“Humans don’t have that law,” I say as I flick open a button on my chest, revealing some cleavage. This time, he can’t look away. His eyes dart to it and he clenches his jaw.
“Wolves do,” he says, his voice as tight as a bowstring. “And it’s sacred.”
“If we follow human law,” I say, flicking another button, and another, “we can have all sorts of fun. Right now. And we won’t need the damn moon to give us permission.”
“It’s sacred,” he says, trembling.
I pull up my dress and run my hand over my aching sex. “So is this.”
“Gods,” he whispers as he watches me rubbing myself over my underwear.
I feel kind of bad for him, but it feels too good to stop.
“What if we use our mouths?” I ask. “Will that anger the Gods?”
“Yes.”
I arch back and start massaging my breasts as I rub my pussy. “I don’t fear any Gods…”
He swallows hard as he tries not to look.
“What I fear,” he says with those broad shoulders trembling, “is the Gods denying our bond. I won’t do anything to displease them and give them a chance to turn down what would make me the happiest shifter in all of the land. If we break their sacred law, they may deny the mark. I cannot risk that.”
“So, we’re not allowed to touch,” I say, unable to stop my naughty hands. “Do the Gods say anything about watching?”
He takes a long moment before he answers. “No.”
I grin as a wicked part of me takes over. “Alright then, let’s have some fun.”
His back stiffens. His sexy eyes are half-arousal, half-panic as I stand up and pull down my panties. I let them slip to my feet and then I kick them off, right at him. They land on his shoulder and he looks like he’s going to have a heart attack.
I sit back down on his throne, spread my legs, and slowly pull my dress up.
“Gods…” he whispers as he watches with a dark gaze. “You are a wicked temptress sent to test my will. A shifter can only take so much.”
I lick my lips and grin, loving being called that. A wicked temptress. He hasn’t seen anything yet.
With a pull of my hand, I raise my dress, showing him everything.
A low possessive growl rumbles out of his throat as he sees me exposed for the first time. His eyes are locked on my throbbing pussy and I’m not sure if he’s going to run up here and defy the Gods or turn around and flee out of the room.
Instead, he just watches with those sexy, lust-filled eyes, barely breathing, unable to even blink.
“Six days,” I say as I start to rub my pussy, sliding my fingers over my slick folds. “Six days and you can do whatever you want to me. Whatever you want to this.”
I’m killing him, I know. But I can’t stop. I am a wicked temptress after all…
“You can put that big, thick cock in my mouth,” I say, opening wide and licking my lips. “You can rub it on here,” I say, pulling my dress down, revealing my naked breasts. “Or, you can slide it into my tight little pussy.” He growls as I slide two fingers in and arch my back with a moan.