Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I haven’t had the urge to mark her, but she hasn’t shifted yet. Her new scent hasn’t fully come in.
I need to know for sure. I’ve got to figure out how to get her to shift.
And no, I’m still not willing to get outside help. Rayne is my project. I’m hoarding her all to myself. No one else gets to know the transformation she’s undergoing.
I walk to the kitchen and pull out a package of bacon, turkey slices, a loaf of bread, and mustard and mayo. I make us each a pair of giant turkey, bacon and avocado sandwiches.
Rayne comes in wearing…a dress. It’s a casual dress–made out of black t-shirt material–with a short, flared skirt and long sleeves that also flare and yank over her wrists.
I guess it’s sort of a call-back to her goth phase, but it’s also fun and flirty. I’m utterly captivated.
“Did you wear that for me, Rayne-bow?”
She ignores the question and picks up the plate of food, carrying it to the front window to look out. “How bad is it?”
She’s still worrying about the accident.
“I’ll handle the Jeep.” I make my voice firm. “Eat your sandwich, and then we’ll go for a drive.”
She groans. “No more driving.”
“That’s why we’re going. I don’t want you spooked about it now. What happened in the driveway wasn’t your fault. I bit you, and you freaked out. You weren’t paying attention to what you were doing. It’s not going to happen again.”
“Is that your form of apology?”
I grin but shake my head. “I’m not sorry at all, Runt.” Realizing–I know, way too late–that the name Runt is cruel, I make a mental note not to call her that again.
She cocks a hip. She’s still holding her plate of uneaten sandwiches, which bothers my wolf. He wants to feed her. “You’re not sorry?”
“Not even remotely. For one thing, I almost made you shift, so that was a win. Also, your healing abilities kicked in. And most importantly, I got to spank your cute ass red and then make you come all over my finger and face.”
The scent of Rayne’s arousal fills the room.
I shake my head slowly. “You’re going to have to stop getting wet like that, or I’m going to carry you back to the bedroom and go for a second round.”
A choked sound comes out of Rayne’s mouth, and her knees go slack, causing her to stumble like the earth just moved.
“Now sit down and eat those sandwiches.” When she still doesn’t move, just stares at me with those giant blue eyes, I put a little alpha command in my voice. “Now, jellybean.”
“Okay, okay.” She drops onto the couch and eats from the plate there. Satisfied, I bring my plate over and join her.
“You’re not in charge of me, Wilde Woodward,” she asserts while chewing her sandwich.
“Keep telling yourself that, Rayne-bow. We’ll see who makes you scream again tonight.”
Rayne’s knees slap together, and a shiver runs through her body.
I lean over and bite her neck. “I love making you wet,” I murmur against her hair.
Rayne leans away from me. “I’m not your plaything, Wilde.”
My lids droop. “Oh, but you are, Rayne-bow. And the sooner you surrender, the more fun we can have.”
Rayne
I’ve never been so off-balance in my life.
I don’t know what to make of it.
Wilde is actually showing kindness. Attraction to me–shocker!
But, of course, he’s still a cocky alpha-hole at heart, so everything that comes out of his mouth is still dick-speak. Which, sadly, makes his attention all the more addictive.
I would love to be the girl here who flips him the bird and says, go fuck yourself. You’ve been a dick to me from the start, and I’m not going to relent because you gave me one measly orgasm.
But I’m not that strong, confident girl.
I’m Rayne the Runt. A reject who has been shunned her entire life by the pack.
And one of the members of pack royalty has suddenly shown interest in me. Wilde’s acceptance of me could change my entire existence.
Part of me keeps looking for the trick.
Like Abe putting me on the ballot for Homecoming Queen, I feel like Wilde must be screwing with me here. Making me fall for him only to have the whole school laughing at me.
Or maybe this is to punish his dad for marrying my mom.
Like a fuck the stepsister revenge. Or even a fuck the stepsister fetish.
And yet, even with that terrible danger hanging over me, I’m not strong enough to tell him no.
I crave his attention like I crave my next breath. He’s making me feel special. Worthy, for the first time in my life.
Dangerous feelings, I’m sure.
Devastating, probably. But worth the risk. I can’t turn away from this offering.
Wilde taking care of me. Making me sandwiches. Buying me birthday cakes. Kissing me. Getting me off. Staking some kind of claim on my body.