Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18628 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
She was mine.
Slowly, I opened the door and entered the house, knowing exactly where every creak in the floor lied. Then I closed the door behind me and locked us inside together. Her scent became stronger once inside—a mix of wild flowers, sunshine, and me. It was then I realized she was wearing one of my shirts. It hung down to her knees and made her seem like nothing more than a tiny little thing wrapped up in a whole lot of fabric. Fabric I wanted to rip off of her with my teeth and if at all possible, it made me want her more, so much fucking more.
She was dancing around the kitchen, completely immersed in whatever it was that she was making and I didn’t want to startle her but I wasn’t sure I would be able to help it. I was a big man. I weighed close to three hundred pounds and stood at six foot five. When I entered a room, everyone felt it.
All except her.
I stared at her for another moment admiring her long auburn colored hair and smooth legs that I knew would look great wrapped around me. My teeth clashed together as I tried to release some of the tension that was starting to build deep in my muscles. I wanted to rut this woman like my life depended on it and that probably wasn’t a very good thing for her when she didn’t even know I was here.
What was meant to be only internal escaped my lips, a growl ripped from my throat, which in turn caused my beauty, my newly found mate to startle. She turned around so fast on her feet I was sure she’d given herself whiplash and when she realized where the growl had come from she scurried away, but not before running into the cast iron skillets hanging near the island just above her head. They were the perfect height for this accident to be and when her head slammed into one—I was done for.
I moved at breakneck speed to stop her but I couldn’t. I was too slow. As soon as her head hit the heavy cast iron, she was down and I was there to catch her right before she hit the wood floor. My arms wrapped around her and I pulled her against my chest cradling her head. I could hear her breathing and the beating of her heart but I didn’t know what kind of injury she had. My wolf enjoyed the feeling of her in my arms, but I was deeply concerned for the walnut sized welt forming on her creamy forehead. I brushed a couple strands of that silky auburn brown hair back from her face and realized I’d never felt something so soft in my entire life.
She was perfection wrapped up in my arms and I was never, ever, letting her go. I checked her over for any further injuries then stared at her, taking in every dip and freckle that graced her face. She was beautiful, more than beautiful. With soft petal pink lips that I wanted to devour and creamy white cheeks I was certain would look sexy as hell when blushed. Her body was curvy from what I could tell, though I didn’t feel comfortable touching her when she wasn’t awake and aware of what was going on. She might have been my mate but she needed to consent to that.
With no other option but to figure out how she got here later, I carried her in my arms up to the loft that would now be our new bedroom. I noted that she weighed nothing short of a feather and my wolf growled angrily at the thought.
Feed her. Give her meat. Make her plump.
I almost chuckled.
We will feed her as soon as she wakes up and we find out how she got here.
I placed my new found mate on the mattress, making note to get something softer for her. I wanted her happy and content.
With her hair fanned against the white sheets, she looked like a siren ready to attack. I pulled the sheets up over her and made sure she was far enough in the center of the bed so she wouldn’t wake up and roll out of it. Then I headed into the bathroom. There I discovered her discarded clothes, as well as a pink pair of panties. I plucked them up off the floor, my cock going rock hard as I brought them to my nose to sniff.
FUCK! I could feel my cock getting harder with each passing second. Was it wrong to masturbate to the scent of your mate even though you just met her? I didn’t really know. Then again, my moral compass was totally fucked now. I licked my lips and brought the panties to my nose once more, inhaling the sweet scent of her pussy juices.