Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46587 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry.” I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m not sure I can do this.”
Even if I want to, even if my whole body burns with need, I’m not sure.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Ramsey
I smirk, shaking my head as my eyes consume her breasts and the flushed color of her cheeks. She’s all hot and sweaty, and her scent fills the air, tinged with her want, her body screaming out for it.
“I couldn’t scent you properly before,” I snarl, letting a piece of the wolf into my voice, shuddering above the rainfall. “But ever since you...you fixed me, Ruby because that’s what you did.”
She makes the sweetest moaning noise, nodding as she bites her lip. She couldn’t look more fuckable if she tried. But only for me.
No other man gets to see her like this.
“You can scent me better now?” she whispers.
I nod, moving closer. “I can smell how badly your body needs this. You want to get pregnant. You want my babies.”
“Only yours,” she whispers.
I growl as lust burns through me. “Say that again.”
“Just yours, Ramsey,” she whimpers. “Do you like it when I say that?”
My voice shudders. “What do you think?”
She looks down at my rock-hard member, even more, precome glistens on the end. My balls feel swollen with how badly I need her body.
“Should I touch it?” she says quietly.
“Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
“Then fucking grab it,” I snarl.
She gasps as her hand reaches across, grabbing onto my base and moving it up and down. I groan as the hot friction surges up and down my shaft, her hand warm, sweaty, and perfect.
I reach over, indulgently massaging her breasts as she keeps stroking me.
“Fucking hell, wait a second,” I snarl.
Taking the hem of her shirt, I lift it over her head. She raises her arms with a moan. There’s shyness in there. A shiver of it in her scent, but mostly she’s as hungry for this as I am.
Unclipping her bra, I stare down at her naked tits, my heart drumming, my cock expanding even more.
My end bulges. Her nipples are hard and pink, with gorgeous veins moving through her voluptuous flesh. Pushing them together, I lean forward, taking one nipple in my mouth and playing with the other.
She gasps, and her hand returns to my cock, her movements more stilted as she trails off, moaning, my tongue swirling around her nipple.
“I need to taste you,” I snarl, and deep inside, the wolf howls.
But not trying to break free.
It was what scared me before, going between her legs, my mouth changing too fast. But now I know I’m going to feast on her, to lick her slick tangy lips until she’s shuddering and pulsing with her release.
“Come here,” I snarl, picking her up and cradling her to my chest.
She wraps her arms around me, staring up with wide eyes, with wild eyes, like there’s a piece of the wolf in her. Like this is her version of running unchained madly through the fields.
“What if I can’t do it?”
“Do what?” I growl as I lay her down on the blankets.
She can’t speak as I take off her pants, peeling them down, her skin goose-pricked here and there. I pull her panties down, and she lies back in her socks, my cock thundering.
“What if I can’t take you?” she whimpers.
“Do you still want it?”
“I need to give you my virginity,” she whimpers, making my seed pulse and my cock ache with her words.
“Then don’t worry about that,” I growl, her body flickering with my eyes, red here and there, painting her delicious curves. “Your pussy smells so fucking perfect. You can’t wait to take my dick. Your young slit is ready for it, Ruby. I’m the only man you’ll ever know. I’ll kill any bastard who tries to touch you.”
She shifts up and down, her gorgeous inexperienced body eager to go. “I don’t want anybody else. Ever.”
“Fucking hell.”
I kneel down, moving to my elbows so I can squeeze onto her thick thighs and bring my face to her pussy.
Subtly altering my scenting powers – my head clouding for a moment – I breathe her in. I breathe in all of her, the sweet soaked scent of her pussy driving me wild. Her desire for a child, how achingly her body wants to be fucked, pounded by her man, her wolf.
“You’re going to cream for me,” I snarl. “I need to taste it. You horny fucking virgin. Do you trust me, Ruby? Do you trust a wolf between your perfect legs?”
“Yes,” she moans, staring down at me wide-eyed, her cheeks blazing red. “I’ll always trust you.”
As I open my mouth to devour her, there’s a moment where I wonder; when I remember the story Liam told me. But then the wolf howls from within, content, and I remember the run through the fields instead.
The warmth seeping over my back. The joy of it all.