Stranded with a Ravenous Shifter Read Online Olivia T. Turner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Novella, Paranormal Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23981 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“I need to get you warm,” I tell her, trying to keep my voice calm and soothing. She doesn’t fight me or say a word as I take the wedding dress off her, stripping her to her lacy white bra and underwear.

The sexy sight makes my chest tight, but I force myself to look away. To ignore it. To focus on her needs, and not my own.

I pick her up again and slide under the blankets with her. She’s ice cold.

We cling to each other for several long minutes as the heat from my body engulfs her, slowly thawing her out.

“You’re going to be okay,” I whisper, willing her body to warm up. “You’re safe now.”

I’m trying really hard to focus on the warming her up part and not on the incredible way her body feels pressed so closely to mine. Her soft breasts are pushing against my chest and it’s taking every ounce of self-control I have to hold back a hungry groan.

There will be time for that later, I tell myself. Be what she needs right now.

After a while, her body doesn’t feel so frigid anymore. It relaxes. It thaws.

I hear the water trickling onto the floor of the bathroom and I force myself to let her go.

“I’ll be right back,” I say before hurrying to the bathroom. I turn off the tap, empty some of the hot bath, and clean up the spilled water before I go and get her.

I’m shocked to see her sitting up in the bed. She has the blankets pulled up to her chest as she looks at me with some life in her eyes.

I nearly cry, I’m so relieved.

“Are you okay?” I ask as I rush over and drop to my knees in front of her.

She’s looking at me like she’s not sure if I’m real or a figment of her imagination.

“What happened?”

“How about you take a nice warm bath and then I’ll explain everything?”

She just stares at me. “Okay.”

She lets me carry her to the bathroom and then I put her feet on the ground. My traitorous eyes can’t help but roam down her curves, taking in every tempting inch. She’s so fucking sexy. I need her. My cock jolts and then starts to get hard, slowly rising as it points to the ceiling.

She spots it and then continues staring at it with enormous eyes. I snatch a towel off the hook and quickly wrap it around my waist.

“Why are you naked exactly?” she asks as she quickly looks away from the tent I’m pitching with the towel.

“Umm, I’ll explain after the bath.”

She looks at the bubbly water, noticing it for the first time. “Okay.”

“Do you need help getting in?”

She swallows hard as she turns and looks at my chest. “I’ll be alright,” she whispers, her teeth no longer chattering.

“Okay,” I say, “but I have to clean that wound on your nose. Slip into the bath and then I’ll come in and clean it.”

She doesn’t say a word as I gently close the door and give her a minute. I can hear her taking her bra and panties off, which makes my hard cock rage even more.

I force myself to leave and I head into my room to grab some clothes. I get dressed in something nice—navy blue pants, a white t-shirt, and a thick gray woollen cardigan.

My rock hard dick is still very much noticeable in these pants, but there’s not much I can do about that. I’m not going to lose this stubborn erection until I’m able to sink it into that girl’s soft supple body. I’ll just have to try and hide it the best I can.

I hurry back to the bathroom and listen at the door. The sound of water swishing tells me she’s in the tub.

“I’m coming in,” I say in a soft voice as I knock on the door.

She’s lying in the tub with the bubbles up to her neck, watching me with an expression I can’t quite read. I can’t wait to know everything about her. I’m excited for the day that I know her so well that I can tell her mood by the way she walks into the room.

“I have to fix your nose,” I whisper, not wanting to scare her. “I don’t want it to get infected.”

I don’t have a first aid kit, since I heal so fast, but I do have some bandaids and disinfectant that my cousin left behind when she came to visit with her kid this summer. I grab it and bring it over to her.

“Does it hurt?” I ask as I grab a face cloth. I bunch it up and put my hand under the soapy water to wet it.

She sucks in a breath—I do too—when my hand is sharing the same water as her naked body.


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