Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
But I hadn’t bitten her.
That alone had my balls aching. My heart longing to separate the distance between us. My dick thick and hard between my thighs. I was sated of cum, but there was more. An endless supply for my mate, and I wanted to put it all in her.
I gripped my dick at the base, stroked it from root to tip, working it as I’d want Natalie to do. I thought of her mouth and how much of it she’d be able to fit into her throat. It wouldn’t be all of it, but the base, filthy side of me wanted to see just how much, to watch her eyes widen knowing she’d never get it all before she choked.
Slapping my hand against the wall, I let my head drop as I got myself off. It didn’t take long. Not last night before I went to bed. Not this time, less than an hour before she was to show up. As my cum spurted onto the tiles in long thick ropes, I knew my wolf was in charge. He’d stay that way until I dealt with my shit and made Natalie Shefield mine. I just had to figure out how to do that. Because while Boyd and Colton had given in to their wolves, I might not be able to give in to mine. I was alpha, and the pack came first, even over a mate.
An hour later, Natalie was at the door, and my wolf practically licked his chops in glee. Happy to see her, eager to fuck her. I didn’t blame the animal within. I felt the exact same way.
I kissed her because I wanted to. I kissed her because I needed to. I kissed her to let her know she was mine without words. And because I couldn’t wait another fucking second to do so. She tasted as I remembered. Spicy. Hot. And the kiss? Wild and a little uncontrolled, as if she craved as much as I did.
Her hand knocked off my hat. Mine found her breast over her t-shirt. My leg settled between hers, and if she rode my thigh a little, I didn’t fucking mind.
I lifted my head, took a deep breath. “Fuck, woman.”
“I was just thinking that,” she replied, kissing along my jaw.
“If I get you in my bed, you’re not getting out today. You’ve got two other holes I’ve yet to play with.”
She groaned, and I could have sworn it was more growl than anything else.
“Besides, if you’re here to target shoot, that means you’re armed.” I stepped back. “I don’t mess with an armed woman.”
Her fiery hair was pulled back in a low ponytail. She wore no makeup, but the flush I brought to her cheeks made her stunning. In jeans, boots and a white t-shirt that was modest yet sexy as hell. She was low maintenance, and while there was no doubt she was all woman, she wasn’t girly like Audrey or Marina.
“Maybe I should pull it out, get you to do what I want.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Maybe I’d have stage fright.”
Her gaze raked down my body in a slow perusal, and there was no way she could miss my hard-on. “Not a chance.”
I grinned then led her out the front door. “Come on, we shoot behind the barn.”
“How about a wager?” she asked.
I stopped and faced her, waited for her to continue.
“A sex wager.”
I smirked, amused by her as much as aroused. “Sounds good to me.”
“A shootout. Winner picks the kind of sex.”
My dick punched against my jeans. “What if there’s something I don’t want to do?”
She arched a red brow and stared. “I highly doubt there’s anything you won’t do.”
She was right. Except… “I don’t share.” The three words were deep and sharp.
Her smile slipped, and she nodded. “Sounds good to me.”
We made it the rest of the way to the far side of the barn in silence. The construction work on the barn was almost complete. Before she left for North Carolina with Colton, Marina had offered suggestions to the trusses, so they were reinforced for superior durability. The supports were in and so was the sub-surface of the roof. The new shingles had to go on, which prompted me to add Natalie’s roof to the contractor’s tasks.
The back doors were open, and I’d set a few weapons down on a table.
“I assume you’ll use your Glock?” I asked as she pulled the weapon from the back of her jeans.
“A rifle’s a good choice around here,” she said, running her hand over it, then lifting it up, checking to see if it was loaded with an easy skill of someone who’s used one before and often. “Got a lot of wild animals?”
“Bears up in the hills although I like to give them room, so I don’t have to shoot them.”