Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137524 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 550(@250wpm)___ 458(@300wpm)
“Do you ever open the shutters?” I ask, nodding towards one of the windows.
“No,” he says simply, bringing another bite to my mouth.
“I miss the sun. Has the storm passed?”
“Yes. It’s gone. Stopped sometime last night, but you cannot go outside until I get you something better to wear.”
“But I can go outside? Maybe open the shutters?” A frown forms on his face at my question.
“I don’t think I’ll like people looking at you.”
That shouldn’t make me smile but it does. That makes him smile in turn. I shake my head, and the smile drops as his frown comes back. I laugh at his changeable mood.
“As much as I love being locked away with you, Koda, I have to go out sometimes. I want to. I’ve been kept away from town already for over a month. I’m going a little stir crazy.”
He studies me for a second like he’s thinking it over. “Okay,” he says reluctantly. I beam at him. “But you stay at my side at all times.”
I nod. I’m more than okay with that. I still get a little scared that someday my father might find me. I’ll feel safe with him next to me when we do decide to go out.
“But you still need to eat.” He brings some food to my mouth, and this time I bite his finger when he feeds me. He growls in response. “I like that.”
I slide my tongue against his fingertip before I release his finger from between my teeth.
“Your teeth feel good on me.” I turn a little so I’m straddling him. Leaning forward, I lick his neck like he always does to me, before taking a little nibble of him. His whole body jerks. A moan pours from him, and the sound goes straight to my core.
Pulling back, I look into his now-gold eyes. He reaches for my shirt, ripping it right down the center and leaving me completely naked on his lap. My underwear was long gone before I even got out of bed this morning.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I didn’t even know something could be so perfect.” His hand starts to roam my body, and I can’t stop from moving my hips. Feeling bold, I lean up and reach between us, pulling his hard cock from his flannel pajama pants.
“Take me inside you, Snow. I want to watch you ride me.”
I bite my lip, and he grips my hips, steadying me as I guide his cock to my entrance. When he’s in position, I slowly slide down. Moans fill the room as I start to move on top of him. His hand goes back to greedily worshiping my body, touching me anywhere and everywhere before he slides it between my legs to play with my clit.
“Bite me, Snow, please,” he begs, something I’m sure he never has to do. I do as he asks, leaning forward and biting into his shoulder. A loud roar booms from him as I feel him erupt inside of me, sending me over with him and making me bite harder. I feel more of him flood into me, making me moan as I finally release him. I lean back to watch his face. He always looks so peaceful and happy after we make love, and I love that I put that look on his face.
“You’re perfect,” he says again, bringing his hand up from between my legs to his mouth, licking his fingers clean and making me blush a little.
“You taste perfect, too.”
Both his hands come to my hips and slide over to my stomach. “We might have made a cub,” he says smiling.
“What if it’s not a cub?” I ask, unable to help myself. I know mates tend to conceive fast, so the likelihood of me being pregnant is high.
He shrugs like it’s no big deal either way.
“What if it’s human like me?” I push, needing more from him. “I know you don’t like humans.”
“I like you.”
The word like stings a little, because I more than like him.
“Will you like our babies if they’re human?”
“I will love them either way. You aren’t the only human I like. Sheriff Dominic’s wife is human too, and she doesn’t bother me. If our babies are human, they will be perfect like you. Anything from you would be perfect.”
His words hurt way more than he could ever know, because they can’t be true. My father was his jailer. I’m almost a hundred percent sure of it now that he’s told me about his time in captivity. He only told me bits and pieces, but I recognized his descriptions and I knew he was talking about the same place I had run from.
Not only that, he had a clear hatred for humans. I know how much that hatred can eat someone up. I’d seen it with my father. He hated shifters. Thought they were science projects. Hell, I think he hated humans, too, if how he treated me was any indication. It was why I ran to begin with. He wanted to start running tests on me, too. I’d seen an opening to escape one night and took it. I ran for what felt like forever until I collapsed in the snow, where my brothers found me. I’d only been eleven.