Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
My phone dings the sound for the council group chat.
It dings again.
I don’t know how much time passes while we stare at one another.
Another ding.
Both our heads swivel to the kitchen table where the phone sits.
“Isn’t that the council group chat sound?” she asks.
Of course she knows what that sounds like on my phone. I make my feet move and lift my phone. And skimming the messages from Joel and Linc … it all makes sense.
“Feeling tingly and odd, how?” I ask.
She winces.
“Bailey?”
“Uh… just… odd…” She shrugs and fixes her glasses.
She’s fibbing. She’s aroused.
“This looks like some sort of spontaneous lunar event,” I tell her. “One that could have some females going into heat.”
“Uh oh,” Bailey breathes.
“Yep,” I say and reach for the bottle of pills on the fridge.
I twist the cap off. These beige gel caps reek. I don’t know what the fuck is in them, but I need to take one. My hands are shaky as I shove one in my mouth.
“What’s that?”
It goes down rough and sticks in my throat, so I thump my chest with a closed fist and try to swallow. Still stuck. I twist the cold water on and drink from the tap.
Wiping my mouth, I look at my mate who’s standing right here just two feet away, smelling incredible. Her chest is rising and falling quickly. She’s practically panting and her eyes are laser-focused on me.
Shit. We’re in trouble here.
I open the bottle again and swallow two more.
“Is that what Brody’s taking?” she asks.
“Rye passed ‘em to me today in case I need them and fuck… I need them now. The lunar event is affecting you, Bay. Your scent is stronger. Better. It’s unfuckingbelievable.”
It’s killing me slowly is what it’s doing.
My canines are elongated right now, just slightly, but my gums are aching almost as much as my nuts.
These pills better work fast.
She takes the bottle from me and reads it. “You were only supposed to take one.”
“Maybe you should go. Sorry, I…”
Her mouth drops open…fuck it’s a beautiful mouth.
She gasps. “Jason! Your eyes are glowing. They’re… almost the same color as the moon.”
“You better go,” I rasp. “Don’t know how long it’ll take for these things to kick in.”
Also don’t know how much more self-control I’ve got.
“Maybe I don’t wanna go,” she whispers, looking on the verge of tears.
I shake my head. “The moon’s affecting both of us, baby.”
“I…” She takes a step toward me.
I take a step back. “Go back to the house, Bailey. Please.”
“But...”
“Your scent is fuckin’ with me. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back if you’re here.”
“But Jason…”
I growl in frustration and this brings forth a big surge of her scent. Her eyes are huge. She clenches her thighs and pulls her lips tight.
“You have to go,” I say.
“I was wearing a scent-dulling fragrance Dani gave me for the last few days. But I took a shower and I haven’t put any on yet.”
No wonder I’ve been able to marginally hold my shit together. So much for me thinking it was sheer willpower. But now? With the lack of that stuff Danica gave her dulling her scent and with the addition of the moon intensifying both her scent as well as my need, I need her out of here before I do something I can’t take back.
“Fuck!” I clip and start to pace. “You need to go, Bailey.”
Everything inside me wants to grab her, pin her, bite her, fucking knot her.
“Jason…” She whispers. “I… I think I–”
“Don’t say it!” I cut her off.
The look of devastation on her face sends me to my knees.
She moves in close. Too fucking close. She’s standing right in front of me.
“Jase?”
Before I can calculate, I’ve got her hips in my hands and I’m leaning forward, inhaling her skin, my nose buried in her crotch.
“Fuck…” I groan.
Bailey doesn’t pull away. She whimpers and her fingers slide into my hair.
Having her hands on me, hearing that beautiful sound from her mouth…
I groan again, but all the risks race through my brain. I pull back. “Not like this.”
I let go, ready to get the fuck out of here, thinking I should shift and run this off, but she’s launching herself at me, grabbing my face with both hands.
I grunt, squeezing my eyes shut, but soft lips touch mine for the briefest second, giving me a tease of her taste, the scent of sex, warm and sweet apples, and a little whimper from my mate.
“Bailey,” I whisper, grabbing a handful of her damp hair while my other hand glides up her back.
She fucking licks my bottom lip. My world begins to twirl around me as I fall backwards, balancing on my elbows and she scoots higher on my lap, straddling me, pushing her beautiful tits with those pebbled nipples against my chest while my tongue slides into her pouty mouth.