Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
She struggled, her fists pounding against his lower back. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “Stop throwing me over your shoulder. The caveman times were long finished before either of us was born.”
“You might as well get used to it,” he drawled, kicking shut the door behind him. “Either that or learn to obey.”
Her entire body stiffened at the last statement, and she punched him square in the kidney. “Not a chance.”
Interesting. He flipped her over to land on her butt on the bed. “I explained to you when we mated what would happen.”
Her dark hair flew around her heart-shaped face. Anger and need glowed in her eyes. “Yes. You said if we ever truly mated, we’d crave each other on a level not experienced by other immortals. I believed you then, and I do so now. Thus, the only option is to stay away from each other.”
“Wrong. We’re finished doing that.” His nostrils flared as he took in her scent. All woman. All his. “I also told you I’d come for you one day.”
Her eyes flashed, lightening the brown to an intriguing amber. “I’m not ready.”
“I don’t care.” He’d stopped worrying about her readiness the second she tried to capture a Kurjan. Obviously, allowing her this much freedom for decades had been a mistake. He’d been occupied with hunting down werewolves—animals with no souls. It pissed him off to no end that he hadn’t found that Kurjan scientist. But with the treaty with their enemies ending, the scientist would have to wait. “We’re at war with an enemy I’ve never even told you about, which means you’re locked down safely.”
She leaped to her feet. “I’m made for war.”
He pressed a hand to her upper chest and gently sat her back down. “Wrong.” Did she truly mean that? “You’re an excellent spy in the human world, but you’re in my world now. My mate does not go to war.” With anybody but him, anyway. “You agreed to my terms when we mated, Leah. Period.”
She put both hands on her hips, looking haughty, even sitting on the plush, cream-colored duvet. The furniture was made of a sturdy oak, no doubt to stay in one piece with Benny and his brood staying at the penthouse once in a while. “I did agree, but we did not dictate a timeline.” Pink infused her high cheekbones, and she shifted her weight on the bed.
His cock went rock-hard.
Yeah, being this close to each other shot a heated tension through the entire room, overtaking the cool oxygen. Years ago, he would’ve fought the pull. “The timeline is dictated by me. Period.”
Her cute nostrils flared. “That’s not how—”
He was on her that fast. One knee on the bed between her legs, his hands in her hair, his body over hers. He kissed her, not pushing her back, exploring. She opened for him almost instantly, returning the kiss. Her hands tunneled into his hair and pulled, shooting electricity throughout his body.
She moaned something into his mouth, pulling him closer and lying back.
He followed, drowning in the softness of his female.
She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and dragged it over his head. Irritation clacked through him when he had to break the kiss. The second the material was out of the way, he dove in again. The woman tasted like vanilla and lavender. So, his memories were accurate. Through the years, he’d almost convinced himself that he’d imagined her taste.
Releasing his hair, she clasped his shoulders and scraped her nails down his bare torso. He nibbled her jawline, a roar filling his head from the blood pounding through his veins. Quick movements had her shirt over her head, followed by her bra, revealing her full breasts.
God, she was perfect.
Her hands stilled, and she paused, looking at him with wide, brown eyes. “Wait a minute, Jasper.”
He levered up on one elbow. “It’s much too late for that, baby.”
Chapter Three
Leah couldn’t think. Her breasts ached for him, and that was nothing compared to her core. Adrenaline roared through her body, and electricity sparked every nerve beneath her skin. Too late? Her body agreed completely. Her brain tried to take over. Control. This came down to control, and she needed to find some.
Her body seemed to be winning since she’d widened her legs and let him settle more comfortably against her. His cock pressed insistently at her sex, heated even through their clothing.
It had been so long.
This kind of craving couldn’t be healthy. The hunger gnawing at her felt like it was devouring her from the inside out. “Jasper, think.”
He kissed her again, his lips firm and determined. “I am thinking. I’m thinking this is exactly where we both belong.” His breath heated her mouth while his body warmed hers. “I’m tired of waiting, aren’t you? Tired of wanting?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her hands on his smooth skin again. But didn’t she have a job to do? She hadn’t finished taking down the trafficking ring yet. There were two more names to cross off, and then she’d be free. “I won’t let you lock me down.”