Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 43985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43985 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
“Better chance of what?” Why was I so breathless?
“Mikalina,” he groaned as if my very name turned him on. “You shouldn't have come.”
There was a long moment of silence, but I waited. I came here for answers, for clarity, and I’d get it… eventually.
“When it’s the full moon, I’m not myself. My inner animal has free reign. I’ll become bigger, my nails turning to claws, my canines turning to fangs. The only thing I’ll be mindful of is needing you, fucking you… marking your neck so everyone will know you’re mine.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words. He cupped my cheek and smoothed his finger over my flesh, and I couldn’t help but lean into him.
“For my mate—for you—I’d die a thousand deaths just to make sure you weren’t hurt and that you never feared me.” He stared into my eyes intently. “And you will fear me, be frightened, terrified by what I’ll become.”
I found myself shaking my head, as if this man who I’d grown to care for over this last week didn’t know himself like I did. Which was fucking insane. Clearly, he knew how hard the mating would be if he was warning me.
“You won’t hurt me,” I said, although how the hell could I even be sure?
God, what in the hell am I getting myself into? Why am I not listening to him and fleeing, heading back to America and away from something that feels like it’s been plucked right out of a story?
Again, I thought of Mini’s words about wolves and destinies, and I felt myself falling harder and faster for Ren.
Before I knew what was happening, or even processed my thoughts and how I truly felt, Ren added a bit of pressure to my face before leaning down and pressing his mouth to mine, as if he couldn't stop himself from reacting to me being close.
And I couldn’t help but accept all he gave me… even if it was fucking insane.
When he stroked my lips with his tongue, my pussy clenched, my clit throbbed, and I felt a fresh rush of warmth and wetness settle between my thighs. His lips were firm, full, and the flavor of him was spicy, wild, and all for me. My body started to tingle, and I felt my heart start to jackknife behind my ribs. I wanted to touch him, but another part of me, maybe the common sense part—the survival part—told me this man was inherently dangerous.
But not to me. Never to me.
And I was listening to my inner voice, that gut feeling that told me this was right.
I gasped at the sensations moving through me, and he used that opportunity to dip his tongue into my mouth. I moaned at the flavor of him. It was a mix of alcohol and everything that was Ren.
Maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through my veins, or the fact that I couldn’t deny there was hardcore arousal moving between us. All I knew was my emotions were high right now, and I didn’t want to come back to reality.
I wanted to embrace whatever this was.
And so I curled my fingers around his massive biceps, knowing what I was allowing to happen was irrevocable. There was no going back.
And I didn't even care.
22
Ren
My mate was so fucking soft against me. I was stunned that she came back, let alone was kissing me, letting me touch her… was wet for me. I inhaled her sweetness and growled at how perfect she smelled.
And when Mikalina touched my arms, curling her nails into my flesh to bring me even closer, my cock thickened even more, growing impossibly longer, bigger. I wanted her, more than anything I'd ever wanted in my entire life. I finally had my female and would give her all of me. She was my one and only. I’d saved myself for her for all these years, never desiring another, never even contemplating giving up on finding her and sharing my body with her and her alone.
I wanted my mark on her, wanted Mikalina by my side for all time. I wanted my young in her belly, and wanted her to admit she was mine irrevocably.
No one will ever have her but us, my Lycan purred. She’s ours. Our mate, and tonight, we’ll claim her.
I grabbed the back of her head at the same time I stroked her tongue with mine. But with each passing second she was in front of me, as the sun continued to set, the moon soon becoming full, the greater chance of her not getting away from me in time.
“I’ll never let you go.” It was my Lycan who spoke, although my human side felt the same way. But because the moon was coming up fast, he had more power.
She gasped against my mouth, no doubt feeling how proprietary those words were. I started walking us backward, the primal side of me taking control, roaring out to take her, to claim her, because she was my mate in every way.