Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87502 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
“Hey, Vivienne, are you all right? It’s a dream…just a bad dream…”
I woke up with a gasp and saw a large, dark shape standing beside my bed. He was leaning over me, and he had me by the shoulder, shaking me awake.
At first I thought it was Carter again, shaking me awake, telling me it was “breeding time.”
“No, please!” I scooted away from him, trying to hide myself in the covers, but I had somehow kicked them off. “Please, I don’t want to. Please, just leave me alone this time!”
“Vivienne, it’s me—it’s Kor,” the shape said.
As my eyes adjusted to the light, I saw that it was indeed Kor and not my late husband. I breathed a sigh of relief that almost ended in a sob.
“I…I’m sorry,” I said, my voice coming out wobbly. “I thought you were Carter. He used to come to me at night and…and…”
But I couldn’t go on.
In the dim moonlight streaming in through the window, I saw Kor’s face grow hard.
“I know what he did to you. I’m sorry I scared you—I promise, I would never hurt you like that.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” I said, trying to laugh but failing miserably. “Forgive me, did I wake you up? I must have been having a bad dream.”
“You were—I could hear you moaning all the way in my room,” he told me. “Do you feel okay?”
“I’m fine,” I lied. But I was shivering so hard I was practically shaking the bed. I don’t know if it was the dream or my fear of Carter or the need that was still inside me, unfulfilled, but I was trembling like a leaf.
“Here, you’re shaking.” Kor came back to the side of the bed—he’d backed off when I was frightened. “Would you let me hold you?” he asked. “Or would you rather I just go back to my own bed?”
“I’d love it if you held me,” I said at once, not even having to think about it.
“All right—scoot over, baby.”
I loved how he’d started calling me “sweetheart” and “baby” instead of just “Vivienne.” I scooted over for him, and he slipped into bed beside me. He was only wearing his boxers—he must have dried them in the dryer after we finished swimming.
“Come here,” he murmured, pulling me close to his broad chest. “And tell me what the dream was about.”
I snuggled close to him, loving the way his broad, bare chest felt against my side. I wished I had a sexier nightgown on. The one I was wearing now was thin white cotton with a rounded neckline and a hem that fell to my knees but it wasn’t very pretty.
Still, Kor didn’t seem to mind. He wrapped his long, muscular arms around me and drew me close to his chest.
I gave a trembling sigh of contentment and pressed my face to the side of his neck, breathing him in. But his scent seemed to do something to me—before I knew it, my nipples were aching again, and I was throbbing between my thighs.
I tried to ignore my discomfort as Kor stroked my hair and murmured,
“Tell me about the dream,” in my ear.
“I…uh, I forget it,” I said, too embarrassed to tell the truth. How could I let him know I’d been dreaming of being bred by a wolf?
“Hmm, just as well, I guess,” he said and kissed the top of my head.
“Why are you so patient and kind?” I asked, which was something I’d been wondering about. He was younger than me—weren’t young people supposed to be impatient? “I mean, how do you know when to, you know, back off—like you did when I was so startled a minute ago?” I asked.
“Oh, years of therapy, I guess,” he said. “With my ex, you know. She was…hurt when she was very young and she had a lot of triggers. I learned to notice them and be careful.”
“You learned to be sweet,” I said and dared to kiss the side of his neck. His skin tasted like salt—I loved it. And since he didn’t object, I did it again.
Kor groaned softly as I kissed his neck, running my tongue up and down the sensitive line between his earlobe and his shoulder.
“God, Vivienne…” His voice was hoarse with desire and his scent was intensifying too.
I nibbled his earlobe and then sucked it, just for the pleasure of hearing him groan again. Goddess, what was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I leave him alone?
“I…I guess I should stop,” I said at last, panting a little. “I guess kissing you is breaking the law.”
“Actually, the Unbreakable Laws are pretty specific in what they consider to be a violation,” he rumbled.
“Oh? And what do they say?” I asked.
“That it’s wrong for anyone to breed a Moon Widow,” he said. He turned his head to look at me. “But kissing isn’t breeding.”