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 bit that driver,” she says. “I bit him and I got some of him in me…”
“Shh,” I murmur, kissing her quiet. “There is no need to confess. Your sins do not exist.”
“You killed him. You got some of him in you. I saw the blood. You couldn’t have spat all of it out. You must have swallowed some…”
“Listen,” I say. “A little blood here and there, some flesh from time to time, that is not the same as hunting humans for sport and massacring them for our enjoyment. That’s the difference. Whatever you did, you did because you were defending yourself. It’s over. All of it. There’s no need to interrogate yourself or assign blame any more. His passing frees you to be whoever you want to be. I hope that you will be my wife.”
She sniffs and stares at me. It takes a couple of long moments for her to understand what I have just said properly.
“Did you just kill my father, and then propose to me?”
“Yes. Very old-fashioned of me, I know, but I’m a traditional sort of man underneath it all. Nicky Love, will you marry me?”
There is another long pause, and again I find myself concerned that she might reject me out of her own self-loathing. She identifies with the beast that was her father far too much.
“I suppose I should,” she says. “Seeing as I’m probably knocked up with your whelps. They might want me to be married to their father, I guess. For the inheritance, if nothing else.”
I know she does not mean all of that. Her eyes are shining with mischief and love, and the fact that she can feel anything good in this moment gives me hope for the future. She will heal. She will settle with me and my pack. She will have my babies. We will be a happy family.
“Brat,” I laugh, kissing her again. “You are going to make me the happiest man in the world.”
* * *
Nicky
Part of me cannot believe what just happened. My father is dead and I am going to be married to one of the richest wolves in the world. Everything I wished for as a child has come true for me, and it’s real. I know that, because I can feel Rex holding me close. The warmth of his body keeps me anchored as the cool water swirls around us. I could so easily believe that this is all a dream.
My father is dead. Finally. I feel another wave of relief sweep over me. I thought, for a moment, when I caught up and saw Rex facing him down that my father might beat Rex. But that was the thought of a frightened child.
He was never a match for my mate.
Rex lifts me up and carries me out of the water. A helicopter is hovering overhead. Most of the pack is being ferried back. They have all run a long way at speed with no food, and it’s safer for everyone to take a short flight back than risk the wild. Some intrepid types are running back in their wolf forms.
“Do we have to go back?” I pull on his hand as he leads me toward the clearing where the helicopter is waiting.
“We don’t have to do anything,” he says, turning to me with a broad smile that gives me a rush of desire that once more pushes back all the tiredness of the running and the playing and the whatnot. “We have the rest of our lives to do as we please, my little mate.”
“I want to fuck you. Is that sick?”
“It’s not sick,” he says. “It’s the most natural thing in the world. And,” he lowers his head and his tone at the same time, “it’s what I want too.”
* * *
Rex
I lift her up, press her back against a tree—I choose one with smooth bark, because I am a gentleman even if my jaws were recently drenched with human blood. She wants me so badly, I can smell the intensity of her desire.
She wraps her legs around my waist as my cock presses up between her thighs and finds the slick slit. She is wet for me, soaked with desire that was ordained a long time ago by fate herself.
I surge up inside her, taking her with primal passion. This claiming is not like it was before. I have dominated and punished her many times. More often than not when my cock entered her, her ass was burning from the harsh application of my palm or some other implement.
This tryst is being fueled by a darker intimacy. She wants to give herself to me completely. She wants to feel my claim because the original male she imprinted on as a pup is gone and now I am everything to her. I am the sun around which she will orbit, and she is the moon I will worship.