Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
“I’ve loved our time together,” he whispered.
She giggled, actually giggled, and then bit his bottom lip. “You spent two months watching me and being cranky.”
“Yeah. I loved that time,” he said, licking his wounded lip. Brat. “You’re fun to watch.” With one final push, he planted himself firmly in her, balls deep. He never thought he’d find someone like her. Then he grasped her hands, flattening his over them, intertwining their fingers and stretching her arms above her head.
More wetness spilled around his balls.
She wrapped her fingers through his and clapped her thighs to his hips. “Make me a promise.”
“Anything.” He meant it.
“Don’t die. Don’t sacrifice yourself. Don’t give up on us.” Her eyes were luminous and her angled face stunning. Feminine and strong.
He pulled out and pushed back inside her, tightening his hold. “Nadia.”
“I mean it.” She clenched her internal muscles around his dick, and he nearly saw stars. “Promise me.”
He sighed. “All right. I promise.” He had no clue how he’d keep that vow, but he’d do his best. “If we survive this, want to get married?” They weren’t human, but more and more of the wolves today were undergoing the marriage ceremony. He’d like to change her last name to McGregor.
“You have to ask with a ring and down on one knee, like the humans.” Amusement glittered in her eyes now, and her soft mouth curved. “Now you have to stay alive, don’t you?”
Well, yeah. At least until she agreed. “I need to stay alive just to properly tame you,” he said, nipping at her lips this time.
Her grin was wicked. “All right. Let’s see you give that a shot.”
Challenge accepted. He might just have to make her beg. He started to pound, bringing her to the edge several times, only to slow down. Over and Over.
His self-control was legendary.
She challenged it.
And by the end of the night, she did beg. Then she pushed him into a climax so hard his heart must’ve stopped for a moment. But she did get her promise.
He’d do everything possible he could to stay alive.
Now fate had to work with him, too.
Nadia finished translating the newest section of the grimoire and sat back, her mind reeling. Oh. This was not good. Not good at all. Tears filled her eyes before she could stop them, blurring the page. According to the text, her lupine aunts would be excommunicated from the entire pack, all because she couldn’t keep her hands off Caidrik. The words felt cruel and absolute. There was a solution, buried deeper in the passage, but just thinking about it made her stomach ache.
She lowered the book and looked around the quiet room. The faint smell of canned soup still hung in the air. She’d cooked breakfast for them earlier, grateful for finding happiness with him but sorrowful that they’d lost the pack.
He’d left before dawn to meet Bussy, Margaret, and Solomon. He hadn’t wanted them anywhere near her until he made sure it was safe, until he knew they were alone. So he’d arranged a meeting spot about half an hour away and had taken Emily’s SUV. The silence he left behind pressed in now, thick and uneasy.
Nadia turned the page. There wasn’t enough time to finish the entire book. She read through the current section, translating faster now, the shapes and rhythms of the words finally settling into something familiar. There was one way out of this. Just one. And she didn’t want to tell Caidrik about it.
Didn’t want to say a word.
There were still several more pages to translate, but the words started to dance in front of her eyes. She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. What if they did go on the run? Would the pack stop chasing them eventually? Could they find another place to live? Last night had cemented something in her heart. She belonged with Caidrik. She’d thought she belonged with the Slate Pack, but maybe that wasn’t true anymore.
He was her choice.
She thought of the pack. They were wonderful wolves. Gail, with her funny handwriting. Paco, always talking about farming once the mines shut down. Glenys at reception. Even the doctor. Nadia had grown to love every single one of them. The idea of leaving them in Bulwark’s hands made her feel sick. She couldn’t do that. But she couldn’t risk Caidrik’s life.
The wind picked up outside, whistling through the trees. The cabin creaked softly, settling. It was utilitarian and isolated, built to disappear into the woods. The distant rumble of an engine snapped her attention up.
She hurried to the door just as the SUV came to a stop. Caidrik had shoveled a neat path earlier, and it made things easier as Bussy and Margaret climbed out, followed by Solomon.
He wore a three-piece green suit and a deep frown, which darkened when he caught sight of her. “How could you take the grimoire?” he shouted.