Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I couldn’t help but imagine this was a normal moment between two people who’d just been together. My big and strong, over six-and-a-half-foot Lycan mate making me breakfast after he fucked the hell out of me. This was going to take some getting used to for sure.
I took a moment to just watch him silently, to appreciate the way his muscles flexed and relaxed under his dark-gray long-sleeved shirt every time he moved. His short hair looked a little bit darker from a clearly recent shower, the strands still a bit damp. It should be against nature for a man to look that sexy, especially first thing in the morning.
Of course he sensed my presence and looked over his shoulder at me, his slow and sexy smile heating my body up instantly, even though I was sore in the best possible way.
“Mo ghràidh.” His voice was deep and slightly scratchy, what I imagined he sounded like every morning when he first woke up.
“Good morning,” I said softly and felt like my face was on fire, because the way he looked at me, the way his gaze moved up and down my form, couldn’t be called anything but scandalous.
He was in front of me in only three long strides, his long legs eating up the distance. He instantly wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face in the crook of my neck, his nose running up the length as he inhaled deeply. The rumble that left him when he got to the main mark he’d left had me melting against his body even more and a soft breath leaving me.
He positioned us so my back was now against the wall, the wide, hard expanse of his chest pressed to mine, caging me in. He gave the mark on my throat a gentle kiss before he pulled back, his eyes hooded, his pupils dilated. I didn’t have to be a supernatural creature of the Otherworld to be able to scent his need for me. And I also didn’t have to feel the raging erection pressing against my belly to affirm that. It was the expression on his face, the heat in his eyes that spoke volumes.
He leaned down and kissed me softly, and just when he would pull away, I cupped his nape and pulled him close to me, my mouth against his. I swiped my tongue along the seam of his lips, and he growled, opening for me and plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth. My body hummed with pleasure, this heavy ache settling between my thighs, more wetness spilling from me as my body prepared itself for his big cock.
God, I might’ve been sore, but I wanted him again.
The kiss ended far too soon, and when he broke away, I was panting, resting the back of my head against the wall, staring up at him, and feeling drugged and soft, open and ready.
“Thank you for the clothes,” I said softly, my lips still tingling from his kiss. His eyes narrowed, and he took a small step back as he glanced at my outfit. I felt my brows lower in confusion at his reaction. “What? You don’t like them?” I teased to ease the weird strain that was coming from him now.
“I dinna get ye these clothes.” His jaw was severe as he clenched his teeth.
“What? Then who did?”
He grated out, “Adryan. Had them dropped off this morning. I found the fooking box on the front porch with a note attached saying ‘no woman should be forced tae dress in oversize sweats. If yer mate canna provide, I’m at yer service.’”
I felt my eyebrows rise that Adryan had the nerve to say that shit, especially knowing how pissed Cian would be. But I was learning fast that Adryan was a whole other arrogant asshole breed than I’d ever experienced.
“I guess this wasn’t from you then?” I lifted my hand to show the bracelet, and I watched the anger move across his face tenfold.
“He’s such a motherfooker.”
I nearly choked on my laughter when he tried snatching at my wrist gently. “Hey now, the bracelet didn’t do anything wrong.” I lifted my wrist to show him the charm. “You may not like Adryan, but look, he gave me this, which has a little part of you on it.” I flattened my palm on Cian’s cheek and smiled. “I’ll have to tell him thank you when I see him next.”
The grumble that left Cian was pure male arrogance. “No fooking way ye’re getting close tae him again. He’s dangerous.”
I wound my arms around his neck. “And you’re not?”
He shook his head slowly. “Never tae ye.”
I smiled. “I know.” I rose on my toes and kissed him. “But they’re just clothes.”
“I donna like another male providing for ye, but until it’s safe for us tae leave and for me tae spoil ye, I’ll have tae concede and let the bastard Adryan do this.” His jaw was clenched so tight I thought for sure I’d hear his teeth crack from the pressure.