Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 23578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
“She wants a flower,” Magnus says. “Victoria is the best at flowers.”
“I’ll go with him,” I say. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to go to him.
“Are you sure?” Himari whispers to me. “He looks a little unhinged.”
I feel unhinged. I feel like I need to be over there with his hands on me. I feel like I won’t be able to breathe until I’m over there.
“I’m sure,” I say as I hurry over.
He’s looking at me in awe as I hop onto the long black leather chair.
His sister Victoria goes back to work, but she keeps an eye on her brother, looking at him funny.
“What’s your name?” Julian asks, his big chest heaving up and down with every heavy breath he takes.
“I’m Lainey,” I say as I put my hand out for a shake.
He slides his big warm hand over mine, swallowing it completely.
“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says, staring at me with a look of wonder. “I’ve been waiting a long time for you.”
I shiver when we finally let go.
I don’t know what he’s talking about, but in a way, I do.
It feels like I’ve been waiting a long time for him too.
CHAPTER THREE
Julian
My grizzly bear is in shock.
Hell, so am I.
My mate is sitting in front of me, looking up at me with these big brown eyes and my world is changing in real time. It’s morphing and twisting and transforming all around me as I stare at this stunning angel in awe.
Nothing will ever be the same.
My mate is here. Finally.
And I’m not sure what that means.
I’ve been waiting my entire life for this moment. Waiting, dreaming, aching for it, and now that it’s here, I don’t know how to handle it.
I don’t know what to do. What to say.
“I’d like it on the back of my shoulder,” Lainey says in a sweet melodic tone. It awakens a possessive part of me—a part that wants to pick her up and carry her back to my cabin.
I’m so thrown that I don’t even process what she’s saying. She pulls off her sweater and I suck in a sharp breath when I see her sitting on my chair in her white tank top.
The bare skin of her shoulders, arms, and neck sparks a need in me that I know won’t be quenched until I’m buried deep inside her. I want to kiss every inch of her skin. I want to bury my head between her legs and taste her sweetness.
She’s breathing a little heavy—either from nerves over getting a tattoo or from being in the presence of her mate for the first time—but whatever it is, her round breasts are moving up and down in a hypnotic rhythm. I glance at them and they’re so gorgeous and tempting that it’s painful to look away.
“Julian!” Victoria says in a sharp tone. “Julian!”
“Huh?” I mutter as I shoot my sister an annoyed glance. “What?!”
Why is my little sister ruining this moment? Why is she even here?
“I said, I drew the lily tattoo,” she says, looking at me funny again. “Here’s the stencil.”
I shake my head, trying to clear it as I grab the stencil and glance at it. It’s a beautiful flower and will look so sexy on my mate’s skin. I can’t wait to put it on her. To mark her with my ink. I want to mark her in other ways as well, but we’ll just have to start with this.
She’s touching her neck as she looks at the flower, leaning forward enough that I can see her cleavage. My cock hardens to steel when I see those shifting breasts, knowing I’ll be seeing them in their full glory soon enough.
“I love it,” she says, but she’s looking at me when she says the words. My bear grumbles happily inside. I haven’t felt him this content in… ever.
She turns around and lifts her blonde hair up as I place the sticky stencil on her skin. I can’t breathe when I finally touch her. She’s so fucking perfect. Her skin is so soft.
Goosebumps appear on her arms as I trace the petals of the lily with my fingertip. They appear on mine when I hear her short breaths.
“I’m dancing tonight at The Banana Hammock,” Curt says to the room of uninterested people. “All the clothes come off.”
The two other girls laugh, but my girl doesn’t. She’s too focused on my touch.
“Are you going to come, Victoria?” he asks my sister.
“I’m afraid not,” she says, continuing to tattoo his chest.
“Why not? I’ve asked you over a dozen times and you always say no.”
“I have plans.”
“What plans?” he says, not knowing when to take the L and slink away.
“I’m sitting at home and staring at the wall,” she says. Magnus chuckles.
Curt scoffs. “How about you ladies? Do you have plans tonight, lily girl?”