Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“Never!” Jack’s eyes flashed gold in the moonlight and he cupped my face in his hands. “Never—I would never leave you, baby girl,” he rumbled. “I wanted to try and get you away without violence first—that was why I asked Dr. Keller to come and speak for you.”
“Oh—you asked her?” I said, looking up at him.
Jack nodded.
“She said she hadn’t realized how incredibly strongly you’d imprinted on me,” he said. “She said it was understandable that you wouldn’t be able to stand the touch of another male Were.”
“But what about all that stuff she said about me being the ‘Prophesied Bitch’ whose supposed to bear the ‘Primordial Wolf?’” I asked. “Was she just making that up?”
Jack shook his head.
“I don’t think so, Princess. She seemed to believe it herself—she had all kinds of books and charts out when I went to see her. Apparently the tests she ran on you proved you were special.” He kissed my forehead gently. “Which I already knew, of course.”
“Oh, Jack…” I snuggled against him, pressing my body against his. I loved the feel of his hard abs against my tender nipples—I didn’t even care that I was dripping nectar and making a mess of both of us. I just wanted to be as close to him as I possibly could.
“You’re all right now, Madison,” he murmured, stroking my hair. “We should be safe here.” He nodded at the tree house above our heads. “This was made by a company that was going to rent it out as an Air B&B, but they ran into some business troubles. Some kind of lawsuit—whatever it is, this isn’t being rented right now and none of the rest of the Pack know about it.”
“That sounds perfect,” I said, feeling immense relief. At least we didn’t have to worry about Packmaster Saunders or any of the rest of them bursting in on us again—if the Packmaster was still alive. I didn’t care if he was or not—I just never wanted to see him again.
A cool breeze swept through the trees, raising goosebumps on my skin and I shivered against Jack’s broad chest.
“Can we go inside?” I asked him. “I’m getting cold!”
“Of course, baby girl.” He held me by the shoulders and scanned my naked body. “I think we need to get you cleaned up—and then we’ll have to deal with your Heat.”
The way he said that—and the look in his pale eyes—made me shiver more than the cold wind. I felt a deep need in my body—a hungry yearning towards my Blood-guardian. But would he finally give me what I so desperately needed?
There was only one way to find out.
“”Let’s go,” I said, and began to climb the spiral stairs that led up to the little tree house.
TWENTY-ONE
Inside, the little house perched in the tree branches was bigger than it had looked. It was an open floor-plan with a tiny but tidy kitchen in one corner and a living area with a huge window that gave a panoramic view of the forest in another. The far wall had an enormous bed covered by a furry patchwork quilt made of different animal pelts. There was even a bathroom with a shower stall big enough for two.
Jack didn’t waste any time.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl,” he rumbled and led me right to the bathroom.
Once the shower was going full blast and steam was rising, he took me inside the stall and began a thorough cleaning of my entire body. He found a big, puffy sponge and some sweet smelling liquid soap—the place really was set up perfectly for visitors—and began to lather me all over. He was especially gentle when he washed my tender breasts, which were filled with nectar.
“Oh, Daddy—that feels so good!” I moaned softly as he cupped my heavy mounds in his soapy hands and then gently pinched and tugged at my tight peaks.
“Looks like you need to get your ripe nipples sucked again, baby girl,” he murmured, watching as the thick nectar flowed in response to his gentle tit torture.
“Yes, Daddy—I do,” I admitted breathlessly. “Will…will you help me with that?”
“Princess, tonight Daddy is going to help you with all your needs,” Jack promised.
His words made my heart skip a beat, especially when he put a hand between my legs and began washing my sensitive pussy.
“Does this feel good, baby girl?” he murmured as he slid two thick fingers up inside my pussy channel and circled my aching clitty with the broad pad of his thumb. “Is this what you need—Daddy fingering your soft little pussy?”
“Oh…Daddy,” I moaned, widening my stance to give him better access to my pussy. “It does feel good but…”
“But what, sweetheart?” Jack frowned as he continued to finger my aching pussy.
“But it’s not enough,” I told him, admitting it at last. “Daddy Jack, my pussy feels so empty inside! I need to be filled up—filled with your big thick daddy-cock. Can you…will you do that for me?” I begged softly.