Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58962 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 197(@300wpm)
I slid my hand over his abs. “Do all wolves pack this much muscle?”
He picked up my hand and brought my fingers to his lips to kiss. “Yeah. But you won’t need to look at other wolves,” he growled. “I’m man enough for you, sugar. I promise.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped. “So, I take it Agent Ruhl is a wolf then?”
Roy nodded. “My alpha called in a favor with the local pack after I made the mess at your place.”
Mess as in two dead bodies.
“We’re lucky they had someone in law enforcement,” he added.
“Super lucky.” I pushed him onto his back and climbed over him. He was so big, my knees barely touched the bed as I straddled him. My pussy had direct contact with his washboard abs.
“You weren’t happy he wanted me to go to my office alone. You… I mean, your wolf… didn’t like it.”
“Not at all,” he all but growled and squeezed my hips.
“I guess I should be thankful to Mark.”
He frowned. “Not that thankful, mate.”
“I should thank you for protecting me.” I looked down at him and grinned.
Something about his declaration freed all my inhibitions. It was like I knew I couldn’t do anything wrong with this man now. Not only that, but I had the sense that he belonged to me, just like he’d declared I belonged to him. His body was mine to explore.
And what a body.
It was an incredible bond. The most intimacy I’d had with anyone.
Still, I needed to be sure this really was safe for me. That I wasn’t just thinking with my vagina. That I wasn’t looking for a man to take care of me, like my mother, or missing the red flags that I usually did.
“What happens if I don’t want to ‘mate’ with a wolf? Do you find another?”
24
ROY
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Fuck.
What was she saying–that she was rejecting me? My heart jammed up in my throat.
My gorgeous mate was straddling my waist, her long wavy black hair falling across one shoulder, her perfect tits on full display. She didn’t look like she was rejecting me. The way that slick pussy ground against my hips didn’t feel like a no, thank you.
But I had to remember that Brooke needed to play things safe. She liked to know she had control. She was asking if I’d let her go.
What the fuck should I say?
The howl from my wolf was a resounding never!
But I needed to tread carefully here. She only found out what I was a little while ago. She wasn’t ready to pack up and go to Montana with me right now. That made sense.
Of course she could say no. I’d never force a woman to do anything, especially Brooke. But because she was human, it would take time to feel the connection between us like I did.
“I would definitely respect your wishes,” I told her truthfully, while inwardly panicking. “Always, Brooke.”
She lowered her head and nibbled my ear. My dick went hard in an instant.
“But, uh…” I couldn’t think while her teeth were tugging on my ear lobe. Should I tell her this part? Fuck. I had to. “I, um… could go moon mad.”
She lifted her face and arched her manicured brows. Stared down at me. “What’s that?”
I cleared my throat, wishing her mouth was back on me. “An unmated alpha wolf can go feral–especially if he’s found his mate but hasn’t marked her.”
My dick was ready to go again.
She pushed up a little higher, and I missed the soft feel of her tits against my chest. “What do you mean marked her?”
I winced. Shit. Had I rushed this? Was it too much to lay on her all at once? It wasn’t like I could tell her I was a wolf in half measures. It was an all or nothing situation, and I wouldn’t lie to her. I wish I could gather some advice from my brothers right now. I didn’t want to fuck this up.
She was naked and her pussy was dripping onto my abs. She wasn’t running off. Control your dick. Control your wolf. Answer her questions, and then you could fuck her again.
I wrapped my forearm around her back and flipped our bodies, so she was pinned beneath me. She gasped at the sudden switch of position, then grabbed my face and kissed me hard.
My mate might need to feel safe, but despite–or perhaps because of that–she also loved when I took control.
“Okay, my sweet human,” I said after I forced myself to tear my lips away from hers. “Here’s how it works. When a male wolf finds his mate, he instantly recognizes her. Usually in the throes of ecstasy” –I waggled my brows– “he will mark her with a claiming bite. The bite permanently embeds his scent into her skin, so other males will know she’s been claimed and stay away.”