Craving His Virgin Mate (Poison Wolves MC #2) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Fantasy/Sci-fi, MC, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Poison Wolves MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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“Huh, you want to know more?”

“Why not?”

“There’s not a whole lot to talk about, to be honest. That was the first time it was so vivid.” She shrugged. “Can we not talk about it? It does seem kind of crazy to me.” She dropped her head to his chest. “I’m so sorry. I feel so sleepy.”

Boyan stroked her back. That was because her wolf had been close. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”

And he wasn’t going to let her go.

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When Agatha woke up the next morning, Boyan wasn’t there. He’d also been able to carry her through to her bedroom without waking her up. She found a note from him waiting for her in the kitchen, letting her know that he let himself out after putting her to bed.

She hoped he hadn’t stayed the night. Her dreams hadn’t exactly been pleasant. All night she had felt like she was running through the forest, running from something. What? She didn’t have a clue. There had been fear running through her veins and all the time, one word had kept playing through her mind—trust. What or whom was she supposed to trust?

Agatha knew she shouldn’t have talked to Boyan about it. It was stupid of her to have done that. Now she was having dreams that were not going away.

After a quick shower, she didn’t bother with coffee, grabbed her bag, and headed out into the warm sun that was high in the sky. It was late, and she was never normally a late riser, but clearly, something was off. Her hands were still completely healed, that part hadn’t been a dream.

She arrived in town to see that it was busy, but she wasn’t interested in sightseeing today, or shopping. No, what she needed was food. She was starving.

It was already lunchtime and as she entered the diner, she saw it was busy. There were no tables available. She walked up to the counter, aware of gazes following her. She noticed the waitress took her sweet time in taking her order. With no tables available, she slid into the only chair at the counter and waited, trying to avoid looking at her hands.

When she was younger, it was a lot easier to ignore the signs her body was telling her. There was no way she could ignore it now, not as a grown woman. People didn’t heal miraculously overnight. There was not even a sting from the glass. It was like it hadn’t happened.

Tapping her fingers on the counter, she stared straight ahead. The waitress didn’t even bother to offer her some coffee.

Hungry.

Thirsty.

Agatha took a deep breath as she felt her anger starting to build. Why were they being so rude? She wasn’t rude to them at the bar. No, she was polite and served them. She took another deep breath and as she did, she smelled him—Boyan. Turning her head, she saw him and several of the men from the clubhouse enter the diner. She didn’t care who else was with him. Her gaze fell on Boyan.

The anger dissipated somewhat, especially as he looked at her. At first, there seemed to be an angry glare on his face, but the moment he looked at her, he smiled. That smile was everything.

He moved toward the counter and stood behind her, banding an arm around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck. “Evening, beautiful.”

She groaned. “Don’t remind me. I never sleep in this late.” Her stomach chose that moment to growl. “And I’m starving.”

“You and me both, baby. What are you having?”

“Cheeseburger, all the trimmings, or I will if they ever actually serve me.”

Boyan let out a whistle. It was like he was calling a dog. The waitress, who didn’t have a name tag on, immediately came to his command. “Where’s this woman’s food?”

The smile on the waitress’s face dropped. “I, er, I don’t know.”

“Well, go and get it, and make sure you double everything. I’ll have what she’s having.” Boyan shook his head.

“I guess it is going to take more than me working at the bar to be accepted into this town.”

“Ignore them.”

A chair became available and she watched as he pulled it toward her.

“You’re not going to sit with your buddies?”

“Nah, it’ll give them a chance to miss me.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re so confident.”

“I know my worth, baby.” He reached out and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. “How are you feeling?”

She felt acutely aware of her hands, but also her pussy as she remembered his mouth between her thighs last night. “I’m good. Fine.” She felt her cheeks heating and Boyan leaned in close.

“I’m starting to think you’ve got dirty thoughts on the brain.”

Was he flirting? It felt like he was.

She turned her head and kissed his cheek. “Maybe I have.”

Agatha didn’t have a clue where this daring woman had come from. This wasn’t her, but around Boyan, she couldn’t seem to help herself. Nibbling her lip, she looked into his eyes and knew she wanted to be lost in his gaze forever. It would be easy to do. All she’d have to do was look at him. Was this normal?


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