Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
“It’s not your fault,” she says.
She pulls back and looks into my eyes and repeats, “It’s not your fault.” She’s not just talking about her injuries, she’s talking about all of it.
“Erica gave me this fancy new bracelet, too.” She gestures to her wrist. She’s wearing a silver charm bracelet with dangling alternating green and blue jewels.
“The blue is pretty. Same color as your eyes. The green…” I touch one. “Sorry but this is the color of phlegm.” Radioactive phlegm at that.
She lets out a laugh. “My thoughts exactly. But there’s a purpose that makes it a fancy bracelet instead of just a booger-green one.”
“What’s that?” I ask, but I don’t give a shit. I tuck her hair behind her ear and play with a lock of it distractedly. Because I don’t want to talk about jewelry. I want to take her into the trailer and fuck her on that bed. And then I want food. A lot of it. And then I want her again, maybe in the shower, against the tiled wet wall with her legs wrapped around me.
“I like your train of thought,” she says, grinding on my lap, pulling pleasurable shivers from me. “If you wanna fuck me, I promised I wouldn’t take this belt off though, so…”
I laugh, then sober, then let the laugh out fully.
She looks surprised and delighted.
“The green beads will immobilize you for a minute if I’m at least three feet but not more than a dozen feet away.”
“How’s that?”
“I pull one off and toss it at you.”
I examine it again before I decide I’m done sitting here in this little prison. For now at least.
After I get the other irons off, I lift her up into my arms in a way I’ve never held a female before.
My bride.
The sweet scent of her arousal hits my senses, and I want to fly to the trailer to fuck her there, but enough good sense kicks in that I squat to grab the muzzle from the floor before I do that.
She’s alternating between tonguing my neck and sucking on my earlobe while I walk back to the trailer.
I set the muzzle on the bedside table before I lay her on the bed and drop my shorts.
She pulls her shirt, then shorts off, then goes for the belt.
“Wait.”
“I’ll set it right beside your mask.”
I hesitate.
“You feel like you’re about to shift?”
“No.”
I will need to shift soon and let it run or it’ll keep pushing in.
“We’ll be careful,” she insists and presses her mouth to mine.
So I grab her and take her to her back in this bed, the place I lay night after night from the moment I knew my mate was in Arcana Falls, thinking about the possibility of that and what it’d mean for me if I wasn’t as fucked up as I am. How many nights I pumped my dick with my fist, coming on my belly to the idea of the woman I only knew the scent of. A fragrance I couldn’t get out of my head. The reality of the female behind the scent is better than anything I could’ve dreamt up.
If anyone on this planet could survive my wolf, she’d be the one to fight him off.
But I dare to hope she doesn’t have to.
***
We’ve been at it for hours. Right now, she’s got my dick in her mouth, my balls in her hand, and I’ve got my thumb in her ass with my tongue inside her pussy while I suck on her clit and savor her taste.
She detonates again, whimpering the sweetest sounds around my dick. Fuck, she’s beautiful. She feels so fucking good.
When she stops shuddering, I twist and put her on her back, turning and slamming deep into her still convulsing heat. Cold spikes in my spine before the knot comes out and like every other time, I pause for a second before I continue, being sure the cold recedes.
Her phone rings from the toolbelt and she ignores it, crying out, digging her nails into my back as we ride out the waves of pleasure my knot gives us both. When I finally collapse on top of her, giving her my full weight for a second, her mouth presses against my throat and she squeezes her pussy walls one more time, saying, “Crush-shing me, baby…”
I roll, not letting go, and tuck her close. She kisses my chest while I stroke the mate mark and catch my breath.
Her phone starts up again, so she rolls over and says,
“Mitchell Blakely.” She answers it before I get a chance to say anything.
“Hello?” She’s put him on speaker.
“Hello. Cicely?” he calls out. “How are ya, lass?”
Did Linc call him? I thought we agreed he’d keep digging for more information first.
“Hi Mitch. I’m good. What’s up?”
“Is Jared Stone nearby?” he asks.
“I’m here,” I tell him.