Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
He looks back at me and I actually feel my pussy clench in response to his eye contact.
Oh, fucking no.
This is it, isn’t it. This is what girls gossip about. This is what I’ve been mentally trying to warn myself off for my whole life. I feel a draw to this man, a kind of chemistry that is setting off reactions inside me that I cannot control.
Not him. Anyone but him.
I could resist someone else. I was hoping, honestly, that it would be one of the Runaway guys that I’d watched be an idiot over and over again and no longer found attractive in any way.
But it’s not. It’s the richest, most powerful man in the city, who is standing in my office looking like he’s about to come bursting out of his suit. He’s my enemy, well, as close to an enemy as I get anyway. And right now, all I want is for him to carry me off and fuck me until I’m bred with his baby.
Fortunately, I do have one thing on my side: myself.
As good as I am at fighting others, I am just as good at fighting my own needs. I can go eight hours without water if I have to. I can need to pee and not go until I almost wet myself. I can forget to eat until I nearly faint. Some people call that undiagnosed ADHD. I forget to call it anything. Point being, I can absolutely be so much of a menace I drive away the mate fate herself picked out for me.
Hell, I bet, even if I did want him to be my mate, I’d fuck it up somehow. I’m not single and virginal because I’m ugly. I’m single and virginal because no man of any species can handle me. They take an interest in me, thinking I’m going to be fun and hot. And I am fun and hot. Right up until the crashing out starts.
I keep telling myself that, even as my ass continues to burn inside my jeans. Rex didn’t seem to have much trouble handling me, but there’s more to relationships than pinning people down and whipping their ass. At least, I assume there is. Someone has to make dinner at some point. I bet someone does it for him already, though.
I am very aware that the three guys who are looking at me have probably seen more than they should have. If I show any signs of softness now whatsoever, I’m fucked.
So I draw myself up, I override my desires, and I talk to him the way I know they expect me to.
“Mr. Regent, I don’t know why you thought you could walk in here alone and tell us what to do,” I say. “Maybe you’re getting soft in your old age. Maybe you’ve forgotten what real wolves are like. We claim territory. This is ours. Now. For the second and last time. Get. Out.”
He smiles at me. The expression in his eyes is hard for me to discern. He is angry, of course he is. But he seems to be enjoying himself too. I can feel his energy flowing around me. He has so much of it. It is elevated and it is dominant, and I think there is some world in which he shifts right now and we’re all fucked. But he doesn’t do that.
“I just had this suit tailored,” he says. “And Fescue would be furious if I ripped it any further. In fact, the damage from that knife is going to annoy him.”
“I don’t care what a man with an herb’s name thinks about what I do,” I say.
“It’s actually a grass,” he replies calmly, as if we’re here discussing planting a fucking lawn.
The politeness is covering so much havoc. Every second he stays in the room with me is one I am even closer to completely losing control.
My heart is hammering in my chest. My body is going fucking wild with responses I cannot afford to let it have. This man is dangerous. Every inch of him. No. That’s too big a division of measurement. Every millimeter of him has something that could fucking ruin me in it. I can sense it.
He reaches out, grips me by the back of the neck and pulls me back toward him with a casually powerful gesture that makes me feel instantly possessed. Some part of me already belongs to him.
Fuck. No. This cannot go this way. My knees are going to buckle. I have to fight my body hard to keep standing up.
He draws me in toward him and I feel him lower his head. He drops a chaste kiss on my cheek that nonetheless makes me feel dizzy with need.
“You’ve only made this harder on yourself,” he murmurs in my ear. “I will see you later, mate.”