Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87193 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
He tried to make it quick, changing his angle, brushing her clit, and she exploded again. She wrapped both arms around his neck and yanked him close, her teeth latching onto his skin in a silent scream. He buried his face in her neck and followed her into the fire.
When it was over, he sagged, satiated, amusement still buzzing through him.
She released his neck, and he leaned back to look at her in the dim light slipping through the slats of the door. She shook her head, amusement in her eyes, her movements lazy. He stayed inside her, because that was exactly where he wanted to be.
Oh, they had fights with other wolves coming. Probably to the death.
His most important goal was keeping her safe. His body needed some help right now. Those women needed to leave. He was not built for this closet, and his left foot was going numb at that angle.
“She should be back soon,” Bussy said outside. “I guess we’ll just sit here and wait for her. Have a seat, Margaret.”
Caidrik’s head jerked. Nadia’s body shook as she laughed silently beneath him.
Oh God.
Forget the trials. Forget the fights to the death.
He might not survive this night.
Chapter 22
Nadia finished her breakfast at the long table with the journals spread out in front of her. Her body was deliciously sore and tired from playing with Caidrik the night before. He’d stayed until early that morning before heading back out her window. She rubbed her arms, rolling her eyes at herself. Why was she enjoying breaking the rules so much?
Or perhaps she was just enjoying Caidrik.
She glanced outside at the wintery day. Snow pressed against the windows in uneven drifts, softening the edges of the world outside. Pale winter light crept in through the glass and settled across the table, catching on the rim of her mug and the faint steam still curling from it.
She giggled at remembering poor Caidrik folded up in that closet. Oh, they'd had to stay in there for quite a while until finally Bussy and Margaret had left. The memory made her mouth curve even as she fidgeted in her chair, the ache in her muscles reminding her exactly why she was tender.
Back to work. No more daydreaming about Caidrik’s hard body.
She’d already called Gail, who hadn’t been able to track down any possible translation of the grimoire but promised to keep looking. Perhaps everyone had stuck to the rules and not copied any of the laws down, but wolves were rebels. She thought some of the much older pack elders might have taken a few passages down, but so far, she hadn’t found anything. She’d also checked the school library, top to bottom, to no avail.
So, she currently compared the translations in Gail's journals in an effort to learn the ancient language. Her knowledge was coming along nicely. The pages had started to make sense to her, and anticipation licked through her. Yeah, she loved learning.
She recognized the word wolf in several places. Thank goodness these were translated. In fact, as a language, it was fairly easy to pick up. Maybe it was something they should teach in the schools again. She didn't like the idea of old languages being completely lost and would pitch that idea at the next school board meeting. It'd be nice to return to some of the traditions even while they welcomed new advances and innovations.
Her phone buzzed and she looked down to see her sister requesting a video call. She clicked on the button. “Hey Em, how are you?”
Emily came into view, looking lovely with her blonde hair piled on top of her head. “Fantastic. I wanted to double check how you were feeling.”
“I’m fine.”
Emily squinted through the screen. “You have a very nice glow to you. That Caidrik, huh? Again?”
Nadia grinned. “Yes, though we're supposed to stay away from each other if we're not in the middle of a trial.”
Delight lifted Emily’s pink lips. “Ha. Not a chance. That guy has been watching you very closely, let me tell you. Although, you’re right. That rule is dumb. You should get your hands on that grimoire and see if there's a way out of the situation. My guess is there has to be, right?”
Nadia shook her head. “I don't think so. Solomon's intent on doing a thorough job, and he was with Caidrik when they rescued me from the Ravencalls, so I think he's dedicated to it.”
“Doesn't mean he's right,” Emily said. “I've known Solomon my whole life, and he's a stickler, dude. You need to read the text yourself.”
“I know. I'm working on some translations that Gail gave me, and I might be able to read some of it when Solomon gets here.” Anticipation lit inside her. “I'm looking forward to it, in fact.”
Emily looked around and then returned to the phone. “Good. For now, I have something to tell you.”