Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44703 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44703 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 224(@200wpm)___ 179(@250wpm)___ 149(@300wpm)
I take a step back.
“You should’ve known better than to say that while we’re in public, wife.”
Oh, how my heart sings to hear him call me that. Wife. Even now, even after a month of hearing it, the word in his mouth makes my entire body hum.
But I also know that look.
I take another step back.
He takes a step forward, and that’s enough. I turn and bolt, which is ridiculous, which is laughable, which is a twenty-two-year-old human woman trying to outrun a stallion shifter prince in a convention center full of preters and delegates and Bellecourt executives, and I’m laughing, I can’t help it, I’m laughing as I run because I know exactly how this ends.
His arm catches my waist. Smooth. Effortless. One arm pulling me back against his chest while the other pushes open a door I didn’t even see, and then we’re inside, alone, in what appears to be an unused conference room with a long table and a whiteboard and fluorescent lighting that has no business illuminating what is about to happen in here.
“A-Alexei...”
My back meets the wall. His mouth covers mine. I try, I truly try to push him away, conscious of the entire assembly of preters and humans just outside that door, conscious of the fact that anyone could walk in, conscious of the fact that this is a professional event and I am the wife of a Blood Oval member and this is absolutely, categorically not...
He catches my wrists. Pins them above my head. Leans in close, his lips brushing my ear, his breath warm against my skin.
“Like I said, my love. You should’ve known better.”
I can’t say anything else after that, because my husband is teaching me a lesson, and it’s a lesson that has me hastily pressing my hand over my mouth to keep from crying out.
Oh, Alexei!
The End