Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
His arms, hands, torso...hulk like in size, and fire seems to be flickering around my feet as heat takes me over. My face is barely level with his chest, and I stumble back and to my shock, I let my gaze drift lower.
To another sort of tree trunk...pressing outward on the worn denim which struggles to cover an erection that would give any horse a run for their money.
A shiver races up my spine as I bolt back toward my table, grabbing my backpack and making a stumbling beeline to the front door. The conflicting sensations roaring through me make me hot and chilled at the same time.
I fumble with my keys, nearly dropping them before I’m in my car, and to my surprise, even a Subaru can peel out as I take a U-turn in the middle of the street and head back toward my camp.
My heart is beating through my chest as I look in the rear view. The last thing I see before I turn the corner out of town, is another sort of mountain. One stomping out the front door of Duffy’s, all flannel and fire and fists clenched at his sides, watching me disappear down the road.
3
Mathias
I NEVER WONDERED WHAT it might feel like to take a sledgehammer to my chest.
Or, have some invisible hand reach down and grab my balls.
But, now I know.
There she was in the fucking hallway at Duffy’s, the girl from the photo. Making my dick instantly hard, her scent roaring through me like a tsunami.
It took all my willpower not to drag that Fleming brother with his dumb ass ponytail, outside into the alley beheading him for touching her. For fucking breathing near her.
For soiling her with his gaze.
But it all happened so fast, and as much as I wanted to mortally wound him, I couldn’t tear myself away from her. My jaw still aches from clenching my teeth as I watched her drive away. My pick-up was parked behind the bar, so after she disappeared down the road, I marched down the side alley and practically yanked the driver’s door off as I climbed in.
I needed to get up to old Mr. Emmett on Cradle Mountain, because he will shut down my lease in a heartbeat if I’m late for our meeting. I’ve been after him for the option to harvest the burl on his thousand acres for five years, and if I get the contract signed, I can breathe a bit. I’ve got a month to do my prospecting once his name is on the dotted line. But, as soon as that is secured, my next order of business is finding her.
Securing her.
Letting her know...from the moment I saw her face in that photo , I knew.
She’s mine.
Why, I’m not sure.
How, remains to be seen.
Who she is, and what that bullshit with her stepdad back at the station is all about, will get figured out.
It’s all just details.
As I grip the steering wheel in my truck and stomp on the accelerator, all I see is her face. The whole forty minutes it takes to get to Emmett’s place, my obsession for her spins out of control.
I never really understood why I wasn’t like all my friends. Why I never wanted to just get laid. Stick my dick in something to say I’d done it. To not have this branded ‘V’ on my chest.
Now, I know.
I’m different. It happens in nature. Animals wait for their one mate. Maybe there’s some anomaly in my DNA, maybe I’m part wolf. I don’t fucking know, but the one thing I do know is my mind, body and soul have never reacted to a woman like they did to her.
When I find her, I hope she is ready, because she will belong to me. No matter what it takes, I’ll be deep inside her, marking her, breeding her, showing her what she was meant for.
To belong to me.
Astrid
“HOLY SHIT.” I MUTTER as I try to get comfortable on my boulder next to the fire.
When I got back from my outing to the bar I went for a walk, gathered a bunch of firewood, then headed to the river to refill my fire bucket and wash a couple t-shirts and my underwear, trying to keep busy and steady myself.
Even now, sitting here by the fire I’m shaking and trying to figure out what exactly happened in that hallway.
Not the events themselves, it was a standard issue stupid comment from a guy that should have been a non-issue.
Instead, chills and heat race through me every time I think of those silver-gray eyes and flashes of desire double me over, imagining his massive hands on me...what it would feel like to kiss him...to feel that crazy Viking beard against my lips...between my legs.
The sensation of his massive weight on top of me while his cock—