Total pages in book: 254
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 240032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1200(@200wpm)___ 960(@250wpm)___ 800(@300wpm)
My Great Wolf was loving and possessive, protective and obsessive. He believed in me. Trusted in me.
He was the best mate that anyone could have given me… if there was someone in charge of that kind of thing—Fate or Love.
I was nuts about him in every way.
It was a fact that I couldn’t keep my hands off him. Just that morning, before he’d gone to work, he’d rolled me over onto my hands and knees and done some riding himself that had me gasping into my pillow and clutching our sheets for dear life. Before him, I thought I’d had a pretty normal sex drive, but since we’d become mated, it had hit another level. For both of us, we’d agreed. Maybe it was my fault, or maybe it was just our chemistry. I wasn’t sure, and I wasn’t going to ask questions either. No one would ever be able to convince me it wasn’t a great problem to have.
We weren’t the only ones suffering either, it seemed.
Everyone around the ranch had been getting it on, and there had been results from it.
Maggie had been the second victim of my magic, having a little boy that had stunned the crap out of every single one of us. Shiloh had a beautiful baby brother that we both swore was going to be an ogre when the time came. Pascal’s parents had a little girl a few months ago who screamed so loud, I was considering getting another job at the ranch when she was old enough to be one of the kids I took care of after school.
In total, there had been twelve births at the ranch in the last few years—another record, Henri had explained.
And now, I peeked at my mate again, taking in the strong line of his jaw, the hard curves of those powerful, thick muscles, and I thought about how much I loved running my hands up and down them. Maybe before we went to bed….
Henri suddenly stopped walking, his head swiveling toward me. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, eyebrow already rising.
“You know what.”
Those arms, that I loved being in, wrapped around me, drawing me in to a chest I’d set my head on countless times by that point. His voice was rough, and I’d swear he was flexing against me as he murmured, “Cricket….”
His ringtone decided right then to explode from his pocket. As always, at the wrong moment. But it was his personal phone, not the ranch cell, and I was the one who slipped my hand into his pocket—squeezing his leg in the process—and pulled it out to hand it to him. He frowned at the screen before showing it to me.
Franklin’s name was on it—or as I fondly called him, Uncle Frankie, which he loved and tried to act like he hated, but now even Agnes called him that. Henri referred to him that way, but only in our room when we were cracking up.
Swiping at the screen twice, he held the phone between us, saying, “What’s wrong?”
My uncle’s voice was clear through the speaker. “Are you… almost back?”
I blinked, and then so did Henri. It wasn’t every day a being, who had lived so many lifetimes he wasn’t sure how old he really was, sounded rattled. “Yes, is there an emergency?”
Even I heard the man who had taken his time getting to know me, who I had taken my time to get to know in return, gulp. “I wouldn’t refer to it as an emergency, but the two of you should get back here as soon as you can.”
“If there’s an issue, tell me now,” my bossy Great Wolf responded, taking my hand again as we started walking, faster now, heading straight for our house. “Is it the kids?”
“It’s….” My uncle cleared his throat. “The children are fine. You’ll see when you get here.” The line clicked, and I almost laughed at getting hung up on.
“What was that?” I asked, trying to think and only coming up with one solution. “Do you think his brother randomly showed up again?”
His brother. My DNA dad. The man who I didn’t have anywhere near the relationship with that I had with Uncle Frankie, but… he’d spent the last couple of years trying his best to win us over in his own way, to give him credit.
A death god could be just as annoying and stubborn as you would think since he was used to getting his way.
Henri shook his head. “No, I don’t sense him out here.” He suddenly frowned, and his nostrils flared on and off, his expression never leaving. “There is something different in the air.”
“Does it smell like fire? Because I knew Matti shouldn’t have told them that story about us trying to start a campfire and burning our eyebrows off.”