Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
“I don’t have an extra shift or gown for you to wear, but there is a cotton blanket you can use to dry off.” He pointed to where the pallet was, and I saw the folded-up material. “I’ll leave you to it.” And then he left me alone, dumbstruck by everything that had transpired.
Maybe I should have been frightened, in shock over Egil taking me, that Calder had killed him, but all I felt was gratitude, relief, and this arousal that was unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
And tonight I would act on it.
Tonight I would tell—show—Calder how much I wanted him.
Chapter Nine
Calder
I should have knocked first, but my mind had been occupied with all the things I wanted to say to Greta tonight, all the things I wanted to do to her.
And as I stood there staring at her, watching as the droplets of water cascaded down her body, I knew that practicing any self-control would be the hardest task I’d ever done.
The cotton cloth she wore barely covered her, and she brought it tighter around her. All that accomplished was having the fabric mold to her even more, showing me all of her curves. The material was almost transparent from being wet, and it showed every part of her, the pinkness of her tight nipples, the roundness of her breasts.
And then the dark blond curls at the junction of her thighs.
My mouth watered. My heart raced.
“I should have knocked,” I said, my voice so gruff it almost sounded as if it belonged to someone else.
She was close enough to the fire that I didn’t worry if she was too cold. I found myself wanting to care for her, make sure she was content, happy. I wanted her fed and happy, warm and pleased.
I. Just. Wanted. Her.
“I’m finished,” she said softly and smiled. “This is your home. You can come and go as you please.”
I swallowed at hearing those words.
I stepped closer to her, feeling every wild part of my body come alive at the mere presence of her. And as we stared at each other, neither of us speaking, both of us breathing harder the more time that passed, I knew one thing for certain.
I couldn’t let her go.
I wouldn’t.
“You look at me as if you want me.”
My mouth dried, my muscles contracting as the blood rushed to every part of me … especially the thick length between my thighs.
“You watch me as if you’re hungry.” She said that last part on a breath.
“I am hungry for you, Greta.” Those words spilled from me before I could stop them. But the truth was I wouldn’t have. She needed to know what she was getting involved with, what type of male I was.
Brutal.
Raw.
Dangerous.
“You’re hungry for me?” She sounded so innocent.
“So damn much,” I said on this harsh whisper, knowing she could see the effect she had on me, the fact I was no doubt tenting my leathers, the fierce look I knew was covering my face.
And then she dropped the cloth, exposing her naked body to me in all its glory.
The breath left me, this growl spilled forth, and I found myself taking a step closer. My balls were drawn up tight. I wanted to be buried deep in her pussy, wanted to fill her up with my seed. “You want me to be out of control?” My voice was pitched low, my shaft harder than iron as it pressed against my leathers. I pulled back, seeing her eyes growing heavy-lidded. She licked her lips and nodded, and I didn’t hold in my moan then. “My female wants me out of control? You want me to let the beast free, to claim you in the way I see fit?”
She breathed harder, her full breasts rising and falling. I stepped back and didn’t even stop myself from looking my fill of her, at the tight points of her nipples, the way they were rosy pink, begging for my mouth.
I took in the creaminess of her skin, the hardness of her nipples. Her waist was tucked in, tiny. She was so small compared to me, almost fragile. I lowered my gaze to the junction between her thighs.
Fuck.
I ran a hand over my face, trying to control myself.
“Maybe you being out of control is what we both need.”
I groaned, my focus still between her legs. Dark blond hair covered her pussy, and when she took a step forward, I could see her nipples pucker even more as if she were chilled.
“I want you, Calder. I need you.” She took another step closer. “Surely you feel it too?” She lowered her gaze to my erection, her eyes widening at the sight. “I know you want me.”
Greta lifted her gaze again, licked her lips, and I couldn’t help but watch the act, wondering what it would feel like with that pretty mouth wrapped around my dick.