Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
“I’m here,” he cooed, his tone deep and comforting, his arms tight around me. “It’s okay to let go.”
Leaves brushed my hair as I buried my face into his neck. He carried us into the trees and away from the noise of the others. I heaved with sobs.
“Let go,” he coaxed, still walking us away until I couldn’t hear the clamor and chatter of the pack. Until all that existed was us and the surrounding nature scene, the birds singing overhead and little critters scurrying out of the way.
“I couldn’t help but overhear your story,” Weston said, his voice so soft, his embrace firm. “She wanted you to live, above all else. That’s why you had to run. You had to, for her. You did it for her. It was brave.”
He sat, situating me on his lap before rocking me gently, his cheek resting on my head. I cried against his chest, the electricity buzzing between us, a soft warmth throbbing in my middle. That strange mind- and mood-altering drug I felt when he was near helped me now, grounding me in the moment. It seemed to help smooth out the pain, rounding out the corners and sanding away the worst of the agony.
“I miss her,” I whispered, tears soaking into his shirt. “I miss her so much.” He rubbed my back as he rocked me. “I still wake up with nightmares. I shouldn’t have left. I should’ve tried harder.”
“She must’ve known you would’ve died trying. She wanted to save you. I’m sure it gave her great comfort that you lived.”
I was quiet for a long time. Crickets began their slow, mournful throb. Emberflies filtered in around us. An owl hooted somewhere overhead.
“If I think about it,” I finally ventured, “I know that you’re right. I did as she said, and I cherish her memory because I know that’s what she would’ve wanted. But when I think of that scared little girl that left her mommy to die—”
His arms constricted around me. “Let’s forget our situation for the moment. What can I do? How can I help?”
“Make love to me. Give me a distraction to help pull me out of the darkness.”
I’d said it before I’d thought about it, and then fell into it once I had. He wasted no time, but he wasn’t fervent like before. He kissed me deeply, standing with me to remove my clothing and then his own. His movements weren’t frenzied or stormy but slow and gentle, methodical. Comforting. He pulled me with him as he walked backward, our lips devouring each other, the feel of his body stealing my focus until all I knew was him, his taste, the feel of his embrace. He settled in a soft, mossy spot without breaking our kiss, directing my thighs to either side of his. He ran his cock along my wetness before wrapping me in his arms and pulling me down onto him.
His groan matched my own, the sensations heaven. Without regret, without thinking about my oath to stay away from him or what I might feel about our situation tomorrow, I began rocking my hips over him, taking him deep and then stroking back. His breath became labored, his hands all over me, mine on him. The base of his cock began to swell, butting up against me.
“Do you want it, Little Wolf?” he murmured against my lips, his tone tender.
“Yes.” It wasn’t even a question.
I ground down onto him while working my clit. He growled, his teeth raking up the side of my neck and his lips stopping at the shell of my ear.
“Mine,” he said possessively, pulling down on my shoulders as he lifted his hips, fucking his knot into me.
Tingles worked up my spine as he continued to swell, his movements different now, grinding it deeper, locking us together. Being so new to his size meant an inkling of pain still registered along the edges of my awareness, but I didn’t care. I was so wet it dribbled down between us.
“That’s right, baby,” he groaned, holding me tightly so that I couldn’t get away. One of his hands fisted in my hair, his teeth raked my neck again. “Take it. Take your alpha’s knot and keep all my cum locked deep inside of you like a good girl.”
Holy fuck, I loved when he talked dirty.
“Fuck it into me,” I moaned, joining in, throwing my head back. “Mark me as you fuck it into me.”
The sensations expanded as he did, overwhelming me. He adjusted so that he was on his knees, my legs around his waist, my arms around his shoulders. He rolled his hips and twisted me, his cock deep, his teeth at my neck. His arms still held me, his strength and power wrapped around me possessively, his hold firm but gentle.