Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 61(@200wpm)___ 49(@250wpm)___ 41(@300wpm)
Yup, batshit crazy.
I open my mouth to say something else, but I forget what I wanted to say when we reach a clearing. Twisting in his arms, I spot a large house off in the distance. It looks so different up close that it takes me a moment to realize where I am.
Blackclaw Manor… oh fuck.
I’ve heard of this place. Heard rumors. I’ve seen it a million times, but only from far away. It’s secluded, miles away from town, and overlooking the lake. People have gone missing around here, and everyone blames the guy who lives in the mansion.
They think he is a serial killer.
I always laughed about those stories… that is until now…
I start to tremble all over again, and this time it’s not because I’m freezing cold. Fear wraps around me like a vine, tightening around my chest, making it hard for me to breathe.
“Please,” I beg once more, hoping just maybe he’ll listen. “Just let me go. I won’t tell anyone what happened. I promise.”
A deep growl rumbles in his chest as if he is displeased with my begging, but I don’t care. I’m beyond caring. I just want to go home, back to my small apartment, so I can cuddle up on my bed with a good book and a cup of coffee.
“I already told you… I won’t hurt you.”
“You’re just going to keep me prisoner?”
“I won’t have to. Once my cock has been inside your tight cunt, you’re never going to want to leave.”
The air stills inside my lungs as his words sink deep inside my brain.
Oh my god, he is going to rape me before he kills me.
I’m not only going to die. I’ll be violated too. All because I ran away like an idiot, and the only person I have to blame is myself.
4
Ezra
Shit. I shouldn’t have said it like that.
She’s human, and she doesn’t understand the mating bond. She doesn’t even know about me being a shifter or that we even exist. She won’t feel our connection until after the mating is complete.
I’m trying my best to calm her down, but all I did was freak her out more. She’s shaking again, squirming in my arms, trying her best to get away. Her half-naked body is rubbing against my chest, her scent making my head swim with indecent thoughts and my cock so hard.
I’m sure I would come if she would just rub against the iron rod just once.
Turning her face away from me, she gives me full access to her slender neck. She has no idea what she is doing, but my bear doesn’t care. He is screaming, pounding against my skull, urging me to bite her, to sink my cock deep inside her tight channel, and claim her innocence.
Not like this!
My mate’s quiet sobs deflate my dick in an instant. She is crying, and I’m the one that made her cry. My bear whimpers, knowing that we are frightening her.
The front door is still open from when I ran out. I carry her into the house… our house, and kick the door shut behind me.
Instead of carrying her up to the bedroom like I want to, I take her into the living room and place her gently on the floor in front of the fireplace.
She’s still trying to get away, pushing her tiny hands against my chest, but I don’t budge; there is nothing she can do or say that would make me let her go.
After a while, she stops struggling and goes slack in my arms. I look down, and for the first time, I allow myself to really take her in.
Her lips are plump and a pink hue again, her skin is not as pale, and her cheeks have turned a rosy red. Long dark lashes frame her big eyes, which are red-rimmed from crying, dimming the blue in them. I want to see her eyes light up. I want to see her happy, not sad.
I notice a scratch below her left eye, and I feel the urge to bend down and kiss it. The only thing keeping me from doing so is knowing that she would object.
“What’s your name?” her hoarse voice pierces the air.
“Ezra,” I introduce myself. “Ezra Blackclaw. What’s your name?”
“Summer…”
“Summer,” I try out the name. It rolls off my tongue as if I’ve been saying it all my life. I don’t ask about her last name because it’s going to be Blackclaw soon enough. “It fits you,” I growl. It really is the perfect name for her. Her blonde hair reminds me of sunshine and her pale blue eyes of the clear summer sky.
“How old are you?” She follows with another question.
“Thirty-Eight.”
“Wow…. you don’t look that old.” Her response makes me smile. Shifters don’t age like humans, and once we are mated, her aging will slow down as well.