Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
When he pulled away, Misty was stunned to find Domenico’s face was white with pain. “Domenico—-”
“How could you even think I just got used to you?” he whispered starkly. “Are you really an idiot? I love you, Misty. I love you.”
She said shakily, “You were very nasty as a human.”
Laughter rocked his strong body even as he brushed his lips against her tenderly. “I’m sorry.”
She hugged him tightly. Her body trembled hard against his, and she knew it was out of relief. She had been so close – so darn close to dying. “The ‘vajayjay’ worked though,” she whispered to him.
He didn’t say a word.
“Thank you also for telling me about your mom’s wish coming true. I think that helped me, too.”
Domenico still didn’t say a word. The best of marriages, he told himself, were founded on the most critical secrets.
She pulled away. “But you know one thing I really liked about you in that world?”
He asked incredulously, “You actually found something to like?”
Misty nodded. “I love how you were so fashionable. You actually wore skinny jeans there. I saw it in one of the magazines when I was trying to...distract myself.”
Domenico winced.
“And you were so playful, and you weren’t working all the time—-”
He said testily, “I don’t want to hear any more.” But his hold was gentle and careful as he helped his wife to her feet.
Misty’s eyes widened. “Are you...jealous?” She tried not to smile, but it was no use. “Are you jealous...of yourself?”
“Shut up.” Domenico looked at the jinn. “Our agreement?”
“She already knows.”
The words made Misty’s smile fade. When Domenico looked at her, she nodded. She did know and it weighed on her because the knowledge, she knew, would hurt a lot of people and reopen old wounds.
Domenico scooped Misty up in his arms. Looking at the jinn, he said frankly, “No offense meant, jinn, but I hope never to see you again.”
Misty gasped. “Domenico!”
The jinn’s face remained expressionless. “That is always how it is.”
Misty said hurriedly, “Don’t listen to him—-” She frowned. “What is your name? I don’t think you ever told us.”
The jinn slowly cocked her head to the side, as if unable to understand why Misty even had to know. “Do you wish to know my name?”
“Never mind about that,” Misty said nervously. “I just mean...you don’t have to be a stranger.”
“She has,” Domenico argued.
“No, she does not.” She looked back at the jinn. “You should come back and visit. I promise to tell you lots of jokes.”
The jinn looked...mildly interested.
“That’s it,” Domenico said determinedly. “We’re going back before you end up wishing for something again.” He said over his shoulder, “Jinn, go away and never come back. No offense meant.”
“None is taken. But I may be back.”
Domenico pretended not to hear the last words. It would only give him nightmares.
When the jinn disappeared from view, Misty said, “You were very rude—-” The rest of her words was lost in a gasp as Domenico suddenly lowered her to her feet and guided her hands to a medium-sized tree trunk, one which she could wrap her arms around. “Umm, Domenico?”
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said calmly.
“Here?” she squeaked. “Now?”
“Yes.” He palmed her butt, and just the gesture alone had her squirming with desire.
“But—-”
“I need to erase his smell on you.” The next second, he had ripped her jeans away.
Misty turned red all over, but it wasn’t just because of embarrassment. “Domenico...” Her voice came out as a weak protest, and she found herself interlocking her fingers around the trunk tightly, her body tensing in anticipation of his possession.
She tensed even more when he leaned over her, his hard chest pressing against her back as his rigid cock nudged against her aching flesh. “When I fuck you,” he whispered, “I want you to scream...”
His whispered words made Misty’s eyes widen. “Are you serious—-”
Domenico thrust into her without warning.
She hugged the trunk tightly, her breasts bouncing under her at the strength of his thrusts.
“Say it now,” he growled.
“But...”
“Say it or I’ll stop.”
When he started to withdraw his cock, she panicked. “I’ll say it.”
Domenico turned her face to him and kissed her possessively, his lips devouring hers, his tongue laying claim to her sweet, delicious mouth. “I love you, wife.”
When he released her, he was satisfied to see her eyes hazy with desire, her cheeks pink with embarrassment, and her lips swollen from his kiss. Holding her hips, he pushed forward, balls-deep into her.
Misty whimpered. “Oh my God—-”
“Say it.”
As his thrust rocked her body, his cock making her eyes roll back, she cried out, “I love you, my werewolf husband.” It was the only way to distinguish the Domenico in that world from the Domenico in this.
“Not enough stress on the word,” he growled, still jealous as hell over the way she had practically glowed while describing him in the jinn’s alternative world.