Total pages in book: 109
Estimated words: 107652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Whisper cocked his head, his ears flattening. He showed a hint of fang as if adopting his master’s way of making me do things.
Stroking his scruff, I locked down my nervous system as it tried to give me a migraine. I wasn’t equipped for this. I would never have the constitution necessary to be a doctor or nurse and counted myself lucky I wasn’t passed out on the floor, but...the way Whisper watched his suffering master broke my heart.
How long had they lived together?
How had a panther ended up here, in this place, with him?
Gritting my teeth against the rush of nausea, I backed up. “I’ll, eh, I’ll go and get him a glass of water, okay?”
Whisper grunted warningly as I tried to leave.
“I’ll be right back, I promise. I-I’ll get him something to drink and—”
Lucien cried out, buckling over his knees and digging his fingernails into his black loose trousers. Every muscle in his stomach and arms bunched and shook with pain. Another groan followed by a guttural gasp.
My headache exploded. My vision went grey.
I staggered backward as the room spun.
Too much stress. Too much confusion.
Why was he hurting so much? What could help him? Why was no one here to tend to him—
Lucien’s head suddenly tipped back as the strange silver disc over his heart flashed with a green light then a red.
He roared.
Tears stung my eyes. My knees went to give out.
Whisper shot behind me, pressed his giant head against the small of my back, and shoved me forward.
I went flying.
Onto the bed, onto Lucien.
Our bodies collided and my weight sent him sprawling backward. His eyes snapped open as my wet shirt plastered against his blazing bare chest.
The world contracted to his heat burning into me and the frantic thud of his heart, trapped beneath that silver circle.
Comprehension flooded him that he was no longer suffering alone as our eyes locked. His pupils were too wide, the whites tainted with red.
He sucked in a harsh breath as his legs kicked out from their cross-legged pose. I lay over him, jostled with every move he made. I tensed as parts of him pressed against parts of me. His heat. His trembles. His overwhelming maleness.
Baring his teeth, he clamped his hands on my waist as if to throw me off. He sucked in another breath that sent him convulsing with yet more pain.
I stiffened on top of him, too frightened to move, too dizzy to fight.
We were flush. Hips to hips, chest to chest, lips so close—
For a second, everything seemed to stop. The air thickened. Pain paused.
His eyes dove into mine, sharp and cutting.
But then, he froze.
His trembling stopped for a moment as surprise arched his eyebrows.
His gaze dropped to my mouth, skating over my face as if searching for something. “How...how are you doing that?”
I licked my lips, trying to swim through the syrup my thoughts had become.
“Doing what?” My voice cracked, too soft and breathy thanks to the chaos he caused inside me.
He stared as if he couldn’t look away. “The pain—” He cut himself off. Every muscle in him shuddered, as if having me lying on top of him broke a thousand of his rules. His heartbeat hammered against mine, trapped by that awful silver disc, skipping and syncing with mine, making my broken system misfire.
“Who are you?” he snarled, his hands digging painfully into my sides. “Why can you—?” He cut himself off again as if afraid of whatever answers I might give.
Hyperawareness sizzled between us.
I felt every inch of him beneath me. I’d never been this close to a man before. Never known how utterly addictive it would be to feel both terrified and teased—drawn into the danger of him, the unpredictability of him—realising in the most instinctive part of me how vulnerable I was if he decided to hurt me.
The sheer strength of his body beneath mine made me stupidly aware of how different we were but how perfectly we fit together.
Another flush of energy pulsed—alive and volatile—a current running through him and directly into me.
His fingers flexed around my waist.
He glowered at my mouth again.
Heat radiated off him in waves, and everything became too hot, too intense, too much.
Almost as if he felt it too, he pushed me up with impressive strength. “Get off me.”
I blinked, trying to get my body back under control.
He hissed as I fumbled over him, my leg going between his. My hip pressed against something unmistakably male.
He groaned as his eyes snapped closed. But then they opened again and he snarled, “It’s just another fucking trick.” He shoved me upright. He went to toss me aside, but another bone-breaking shudder wracked him.
His arms gave out.
I slammed over him again.
My breasts pressed against that awful silver thing inlaid in his chest. My raindrop pendant clinked against it—
He convulsed.