Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I settle down between the two mammoth beasts and just like earlier, there’s a pressure, a force I’ve never felt before. I immediately feel relaxed surrounded by their warmth. A sense of peace settles in my chest as I push my back snuggly against the thick fur of the black wolf. It’s heady like a drug. It’s undeniable that my control drifts from me. I’m conscious of it and yet I don’t mind. I wish I had my recorder, I pray I don’t forget this feeling. It’s nearly magical. A masculine woodsy smell fills the air and I breathe it in, loving the scent. A small sigh leaves my lips as my heavy lids close. They open slightly as the wolves shift around me getting themselves comfortable, closing me in even more. As they settle, I drift off, feeling my body lighten and my breathing even and submit to the need to sleep.
A slight chill makes my shoulders hunch and my hands search for my blanket. I slowly part my eyes, waking from the deep sleep and remember the day before.
The shifters.
My body nearly jackknifes off the ground as I search the cave for the wolves. With my heart racing, I realize I’m alone. My backpack is in the very back of the cave, left opened. But other than that, the cave is empty. My heart sinks and my body numbs with a sickening feeling that they’ve left me.
They’ve gone. I had them here with me and I didn’t say a damn word. I didn’t get a single recording.
Tears prick at my eyes as my fists clench. My heart shatters and the sadness surprises me. I’ve always wanted this, but the strong reaction is unwanted and not something I’m used to. I can’t even remember the last time I’ve cried. I have no idea why I’m feeling such intense emotions, such sadness. It’s illogical. I don’t understand and yet I can’t control it. A noise at the entrance of the cave makes me tense.
Although his hair is blond, in the same wild style as the other shifter, he has a darkness about him. The way he carries his weight is as though he’s stalking a prey. Hunting something. A lump grows in my throat as he approaches me without taking his striking blue eyes off me. My eyes widen as they travel down his muscular body. His massive dick is so hard, it barely moves as he walks, standing straight up. My bottom lip drops open in both shock and awe. He palms his cock and chuckles, making me realize that I’m staring. A hot blush travels up my chest and into my cheeks. I lower my gaze to the ground although I can still track his movements in my periphery. He stops right in front of me, lies on the ground, and then props up on his elbows. The heat from his body radiates toward me. The sight of his muscular frame sends a shiver of need through me, heating my core.
I’m ashamed by my reaction. I know wolves don’t react this way. They only have urges for their mates. Yet here I am, turned on by both shifters and aching with the need to be touched by both of them. I close my eyes and try to will the thoughts away. I’m only here for research.
I can’t cave to a primitive desire, though I’ve never felt this need before. I’ve never allowed myself to get close enough to a man, let alone had any of the feelings that devastate me in the presence of the werewolves. Just as I push my feelings aside, the shifter speaks. Startling me with his low, baritone command. “Suck.”
My eyes shoot to his in shock as he strokes himself. I watch his large hand grip his cock and slowly wrap around the top, spreading the precum around his head. My mouth waters at the sight, and my entire body wants to pounce at the invitation to take him into my mouth. But I can’t believe what I’ve heard. This goes against everything I know. I stare back at him in disbelief.
His eyes narrow and an urge to bow to him pushes me to the ground. The heavy weight shoots a sharp pain through my body, making me wince and moan beneath him. In an instant the feelings are gone and his large, rough hand cups my chin, tilting my head to look at him. His eyes search mine for a moment, and I have no idea what to do other than to look back into his icy blue gaze. A moment passes between us. His eyes pierce into mine and my heart pounds over and over again. My body warms at his touch. Instead of fear, I feel warmth and comfort. I feel a longing I can’t explain. There’s an intense pull of lust and desire.