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)
Brooke blinked up at me. “You want to bite me?”
I gave her a wolf-grin. “Desperately.” My cock surged between her legs.
She let out a breathy laugh. “Wow. That’s…wow.”
“With a she-wolf, it’s easier because she heals fast. Like I did with the bullet wound although it isn’t remotely as bad. I’ll have to be careful with you–keep my wolf on leash. I never want to hurt you, angel.”
“And once you’ve marked your mate, you won’t go moon mad?”
I nodded. “That’s right.”
“What if it didn’t work out?”
I winced. “Wolves mate for life. But yeah, in some cases it doesn’t work out. It’s hard for a male to stay away from his mate. He’d need to protect and provide for her, even if she rejected him. Usually she’d go to another pack–like her home pack–and then he could be sure she was taken care of.”
“But if she’s human?” Brooke persisted.
Every question she asked put my heart on pins and needles, but I did my best to answer them. I’d never been much of a salesman or negotiator. What you saw was what you got with me. Furniture, sure, but I’d never had to sell me before.
I swallowed. “If you wanted to leave me, I’d have to let you go. But I’d show up in a heartbeat if you ever needed me, no strings attached. That’s a promise.” I gave her the full blaze of my wolf eyes in a solemn stare to prove I meant it.
She stared at me for a long moment. I held my breath.
“Let me up,” she whispered.
Fuck. Fuck! She didn’t want me. Didn’t want this. Us.
I wanted to tie her to the bed, so I could keep her, but I would keep my word. Pushing up with my hands, I climbed off her.
She rolled away and off the bed. She took one step toward the door, then another.
She was leaving. No!
She looked at me over her shoulder. “I thought you said you’d be rough with me.”
I froze. What? What was she saying? I arched a brow and stared from my spot on the bed. “What? I thought I was. You… what? Want it rougher?”
She smiled, not sweetly, but with a sly turn of those full lips. “Yeah, I missed out on getting bitten.”
I blinked. My wolf blinked. My dick had been hard, but now it could pound nails.
My fingers grasped the bedsheets. Twisted them. Tore them. “What are you saying, sugar?”
“That you’re not the only one who wants to run. You can bite me, if you can catch me.”
Then she took off out of the cabin.
Oh fate, she wanted me to chase her. And bite her.
And make her fucking mine.
I jumped from the bed, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as my fangs descended. Counted to ten in my head to make things fun then went after my mate.
She wanted it rough? She wanted my mark?
I grinned. She’d fucking get it.
25
BROOKE
* * *
I had never felt so exhilarated. I was outside in the wilderness, running. Naked. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea because bare feet and nature didn’t go too well together.
I didn’t have to worry about it for long because I was scooped up into big, brawny arms without even hearing Roy come after me.
I screamed and flailed my legs, fighting against the arm banded about my waist. Why? I had no idea, but I felt… caught.
I should feel fear, that Roy was too possessive, but this felt different. I felt claimed.
It was exactly what I wanted. Somehow, I knew that this was what Roy needed, too. To go after his woman, his mate, and claim her.
“Your pussy sore, sugar, from earlier?” he murmured in my ear.
“No,” I replied.
“Good, because you’ve riled up my wolf. He likes a good chase, so this claiming is gonna be rough.”
My pussy clenched at his deep voice. At the promise behind his words.
His wolf was going to be rough. Not just Roy, the man, who’d had sex with me the past few days.
This was going to be different. So much more.
I was here for it. So, I moaned, “Yes.”
Roy dropped to his knees, the soft tall grass cushioning them. He didn’t release his hold, only bent over me, so I was mounted. I felt the prod of his dick against my hip. The hot fan of his breath against my nape. The gentle graze of his teeth against my shoulder.
“Here,” he said. “My mark is going here.”
I rolled my hips up, tipped my head back. There wasn’t anything else to say but one word.
“Yes.”
A growl tore from Roy’s throat as he thrust into me with one thick, deep, hard stroke, filling my pussy so deeply I had to arch my back even more to take him all.
I rocked my hips over him, and he helped me, his hands at my waist, lifting and lowering me over his thick cock. The wildness of the scene–being naked in the woods with a man who turned into a wolf–a male who wanted to mark me with his fangs–heightened my excitement. I was wetter than I’d ever been. My nipples tight, hot buds. My pussy swollen and stuffed with Roy’s manhood.