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)
I take her by the hips and draw her between my legs.
“Kneel for me,” I intone softly, but firmly.
I don’t expect her to obey me, and she doesn’t. She resists until I extend my leg, wrap it around the back of her knees, and bring her down in a gentle, controlled way with my hands on her hips.
She looks up at me with a pout. “That wasn’t fair,” she says.
But there’s a flush on her cheeks and a gleam in her eyes. She likes this. She is enjoying being put in her place. I am glad. This will happen to her often from now on.
I lift one hand and brush some of her hair out of her eyes. I want full eye contact with her. When she lowers her head, I lift it with my fingers under her chin.
“You are special, Nicky. You deserve to be cared for. I am sorry I let you run. I thought I was giving you the freedom you needed. But it’s really just the solitude you’ve become accustomed to. I am looking forward to getting to know every inch of your mind, as much as your body.”
* * *
Nicky
Oh, god. This is awful. I feel hot and awkward and I can’t help but squirm. I can’t escape him. His thumb is on my chin, directing my gaze, I am blocked in between his legs, trapped on my knees and he is saying… I can’t believe it… nice things to me.
“You matter,” he says, making it worse with every word. “And I notice you. You are more than a biological impulse. You are my fated mate. We are destined to know one another in ways we have never known anyone before.”
I start to feel lightheaded. He catches it immediately.
“Breathe for me,” he says. “Nice and deep. Hold it a moment. Yes. Good. Let it go…”
“I wanna get up,” I say.
It’s not really what I mean. I want to get away. Far away. It was so much easier when he was a man who walked into my office, whipped my ass so hard my boys drew guns on him, then seduced and mated me later.
“I bet you do,” he says. “But you’re going to stay right here with me.”
I start to whine after a moment or two, and squirm besides. He moves his hands back to my hips and clamps them there tightly.
“Stay.”
He delivers the order firmly and warmly. There’s no escaping this inspection and there are a thousand filthy painful things I’d rather him to do me in this moment.
“Please,” I whine.
“Please what?” He smiles the question at me. The bastard knows exactly what he is doing.
“Let me go.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I will never let you go.”
Something in my stomach flips. He says it with such casual intensity. When I think about it, it makes total sense. I am his mate. Fate has bound us together. He has claimed me.
I don’t know why I thought he would let me go. Maybe because he let me run the first time we were together. Now I think he has been toying with me this entire time. Seeing what I will do with the limited choices he allows me to make before drawing me back in for this internal inspection.
Then I remember I am not helpless.
He has his weaknesses too. He has a desire for me that drives him inexorably. He might be pretending to be intellectually drawn to me, to want to plumb my emotional depths, but I know, deep down, it is his cock he wants to sink inside me.
I lunge forward and snap my teeth at his neck. I catch flesh, bite it hard.
He lets out a surprisingly high-pitched yelp, caught by surprise. He did not expect aggression from me. He thought I’d kneel in place and let him take me apart.
But I have a piece of him now in my mouth.
“Gods, mate,” he snarls. I feel him bristle and harden. I feel his hand at the back of my neck, gripping hard enough to pull me free.
“You are a savage little thing,” he says, inspecting me.
He has no idea what is inside me. He has no idea that I just revealed the very thing he’s trying to discover. There is blood where I bit.
“No biting,” he says. “Not like that, not the kind that draws blood.”
“Sorry,” I demur as he gets up.
“Stay on your knees,” he directs me, while calling for the doctor. He’ll need an antibiotic. Humans have filthy mouths. And even worse minds.
I stay on my knees, and I wait for the doctor to come up to the room.
There’s conversation outside the door, then they both come in. I start to get up, but Rex hits me with a curt:
“Stay.”
I feel two sets of male disapproval directed at me from behind as the doctor, with his black bag, begins his examination of Rex.