Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Gritting my teeth, I wave at the three stooges. I’ll call them and give them the news and my gratitude later. I’m racking up favors all over town. Jordy leans into me, her head resting on my back and I think, Worth it.
The drive to my mountain takes for-fucking-ever.
She jumps off and goes ahead of me, leaning against the house as I open the door. Once inside, I dump the bags I’m carrying and flick on the lights, before catching Jordy. I haul Jordy into my arms and she lets me, not a squeak of protest as I lift her and give her a hard kiss.
“Missed you, Kit.”
“I missed you.” A smile plays on her lips. I haul her weight against me and she arches like a cat and rubs herself against my hardness. Fuck, I could get used to this. This is why Augustine kept her collared and caged.
The thought of the vampire is like a bucket of cold water on my dick. I loosen my hold and let her slide down to the ground.
“Grizz? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. You hungry?”
“A little,” she says hesitantly.
“I’ll whip something up.” I go to the fridge and start pulling items out and slamming them onto the counter.
She hovers behind me. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No,” I bark and repeat in a softened tone. “No. You’re perfect. I just—it’s been a long day.”
“Of course.” She dusts her hands on her dress. “Just…let me know what you need me to do.” She scoots off, bustling around the kitchen. I try to go back to preparing food, but I still have the scent of her in my nose, the taste of her on my tongue. I pounced on her as soon as she walked through the door, but she didn’t protest. I kissed her and she let me, as if I was just taking my due. I grit my teeth. Would she be so willing to offer her charms to the conquering victor?
I gotta get my head straight and let her know where she stands. Whatever we feel for each other, whatever we’re heading towards, it can’t last.
The thought makes me want to howl.
“Bags, Kit. Go unpack,” I order her. Tuned into her as I am, I listen to the bags rustle and wait until her breath catches before turning.
She’s holding a big sketch pad.
“Is this for me?”
“I’m not much of an artist. Anyway, I told you I’d get it.”
“You didn’t have to, but thank you.”
“No problem.” I dump everything into a crockpot and turn it on low. “We have some time before dinner. Make yourself at home.”
I stomp to the bath to clean up. Strip off my shirt and examine myself in the dingy mirror. Fucking wolves got a few shots in, but the bruises are almost gone. The cats’ scratches have all but disappeared. Only a few red tears where they got me with their claws. I’m not surprised they tipped their nails in something that would delay shifter healing.
The door creaks open and Jordy stands there, eyes round as she surveys my bare chest.
“You’re all healed up,” she says, coming and touching my back. Her fingers dance over my skin, light and gentle. I still and she must take it as a sign of encouragement because she strokes both hands down the expanse of muscle then wraps her arms around my middle and presses her body into mine. Her breasts brush my back as she hugs me. Fates.
She has no idea how close I am to whirling around and pouncing, wrenching her legs open and pounding my cock into her sweet little cunt until she’s screaming my name.
I take a deep, steadying breath. “Course I’m healed,” I tell her gruffly. “Just took some punches.”
“And scratches and bites,” she says, a hint of chastising in her tone. I turn and cradle her face. “You don’t like me fighting, Kit?”
Biting her lip she shakes her head.
I drop a kiss onto her forehead, right where the reddish hair meets freckled skin. “Better get used to it, ‘cause I’m a fighter. It’s who I am.”
“I know,” her voice is muffled against my bare chest. Her fingers slide over my pect, tracing a raised mark. “You have all these scars.”
“You should see the other guy.”
She doesn’t crack a smile. “How did you get these? Not fighting shifters.”
“No.”
She frowns up at me. Her fingers still swirl over my scar, muddling my thoughts. A potent torture I can’t resist. A few more minutes, and I’ll spill my guts for a chance to get her in my bed. Gotta say something, get her off this dangerous subject.
“Did you ask Augustine so many questions?”
Her little body stiffens. Fates, why did I bring that leech up? Jordy starts to pull away and I haul her back against me.
“Hey, I didn’t mean it.”
“You know I didn’t,” she says shakily. “That was not the relationship we had. He was my master. I had to obey.”