Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24069 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“I’m your what?” I ask as my eyebrows raise.
“My mate,” he says with a dominant voice that teases through my trembling body. “My lover, my soulmate, my heart, my everything. You’re my girl and I’m your guy. Now and forever.”
I just sit there gawking at him while I bleed all over myself.
That explains the intense desire for him. But that would mean…
“You… want… me?” I ask as confusion sets in. My brain is not computing. How could this perfect specimen of an alpha shifter desire me?
He grabs my chin with a firm grip and pulls my mouth toward him as he leans in with his dark eyes smoldering.
“I want you. So. Fucking. Badly.”
He crushes his lips to mine and takes my mouth with a shamelessly possessive kiss that has every cell in my body leaning toward him.
My head is spinning and my body is melting when he finally releases my mouth. I can’t think properly. I can barely see as he holds my chin up.
“And I’m going to have you,” he growls. “Every inch of your sexy body. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
All I can do is nod and gulp as my brain short-circuits from that devastating kiss.
“It’s all yours,” I whisper as his hungry eyes bore into mine. “Help yourself.”
Chapter Six
Julian
“Take your pants off.”
“What?” she says in a panic as her stunning eyes snap back to reality. “Already?!”
I smile as I run my hand down her arm, which raises the hairs on mine. “I’m going to clean up your scratched knees and elbows.”
“Oh, right,” she says with a look of relief.
“Where’s your bag?” I ask, looking around for it. She must have packed some kind of first aid kit.
“Up the hill,” she says with a gulp. “Where I was—”
“Watching me bathe?”
Her brown eyes widen as she nods her head up and down.
“Did you see everything?” I ask, wondering if she got there before or after I jerked off while thinking about her.
“I just… No. I saw nothing.”
With a grin on my lips, I slide my hands under her. “I’m not sure if I believe that. What’s your name, love?”
My girl hesitates for a moment before saying the most gorgeous name that ever existed. “Madison.”
“Madison,” I whisper, savoring every last syllable. “It’s perfect.”
She does a little mewling sound as I lift her and cradle her to my big chest. She feels like heaven in my arms, thick and curvy, just how I was hoping my mate would be.
“I can walk,” she says as I start carrying her up the steep hill. “I know I’m heavy.”
I can’t help myself. I stop on the hill and kiss her lips once again, moaning as I taste her delectable mouth. Her shy tongue slides against mine and my dick turns as hard as a rock. I can’t wait to feel her wet mouth sliding up and down my shaft.
“You are the perfect size,” I tell her as my heart pounds against her body. “I could stare at you for hours. I will stare at you for hours. Your sexy hips, your round ass, your big tits, your luscious lips. It’s going to take more than a lifetime for me to get enough of staring at you.”
Her cheeks go red as she watches me. I kiss her again and then I start moving.
The faster I get her torn skin cleaned up, the faster I can work on taking what’s mine. Every inch of it.
I carry her to the tree that has her bag leaning against it, savoring every step with her in my arms. I’m kind of wishing she hurt herself a little bit more so I could carry her the rest of the way.
The sweet hot smell of her arousal hits me when I put her down and pick up her backpack. My nose is drawn straight to the bark of the tree where I inhale the smell of my mate’s pussy. Smelling it feels like a flamethrower shooting fire through my veins as I breathe it in. My dick hardens immediately and my bear groans at the scent.
“You were watching me,” I say with a grin as I turn to her. “And touching your sweet little cunt while you did.”
A cute flush of red creeps up her neck and into her face. She knows she’s caught.
“You don’t have to answer,” I tell her as I open her bag. “But you do have to get those pants off. Now.”
She swallows hard as she starts unbuttoning her pants. My eyes dart to her white cotton panties as she wiggles out of her jeans and pulls them down to her ankles.
“All the way off,” I command when she tries to leave them there.
She steps out of them and my eyes are locked on her mound—my mate’s mound—covered only by a thin strip of material that wouldn’t stand a chance against my teeth.