Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
As if I didn’t already know.
2
Mark
I wake late—which is totally unlike me, but I spent the entire night fucking my fist. Having my mate under my roof, sleeping in my guest bedroom, drove my wolf out of his mind. To make matters impossible, I knew my mate was touching herself, too. I scented her arousal and heard her quickened breath and restless movements through the door, and knowing she was probably as needy as I was drove me out of my mind.
I finally fell asleep as the sun was rising and got a few hours of shut-eye in.
Now, the smell of something sweet is coming from my kitchen. I yank on a pair of jeans and pad down the hall as I pull a shirt over my head. I detect the soft snore of her pups still coming from the guest bedroom.
I head down the stairs, and my dick goes horizontal—or as horizontal as possible trapped behind the denim—at what I find in the kitchen. Colleen is standing in a pair of panties and the oversized t-shirt I gave her to sleep in, flipping French toast in a frying pan. Last night when I locked myself in my bedroom to keep from barging in her room and helping her get satisfaction, I resolved to take things slow today. I don’t know everything she’s been through, but I can tell my mate has been terrorized for a long time.
She’s not ready to trust, and she doesn’t know me from Adam. Just because our biology tells us we’re fated to be together doesn’t mean she’s willing or ready to accept that.
But seeing her like this—catching the earthy cinnamon notes of her delicious scent—aggression takes over. My need to pleasure her, mate her, mark her is all I can think of.
“Aw, babygirl,” I rumble, stepping up against her back and filling one palm with the curve of her ass. I wrap my other arm around her waist to hold her captive against my chest. “I ought to spank this gorgeous ass for the cock-tease you’re giving me right now.” I massage her round cheeks, unable to stop the low rumbling growl in my chest. “You look so delectable this morning.” My fingers trail below her cheeks to brush her most intimate parts.
The scent of her arousal perfumes the air, and she throws her head back on my shoulder. She may not be emotionally ready for me, but her body already knows its master. I slide my hand down her panties in front to dip a finger in her wetness. “Would you like that, babygirl?” I murmur in her ear. “You need your wolf-daddy to pull these panties off you and spank your ass red?”
She moans softly.
“It would serve you right after the night I had. I barely slept with your scent wafting through my place like a drug.”
Her juicy cunt squeezes around my finger. My cock presses against her back, dying to get in on the action. Fifty different ways to take my little she-wolf plow through my head—bent over the counter, up on the table with her legs spread wide, straddling my shoulders for a mustache ride. I’m so caught up in her little mewls of pleasure and the glorious feel of her slippery flesh beneath the pad of my finger that I fail to detect the sound of movement behind us.
“Leave her alone!” a small but fierce voice demands.
Colleen gasps. I release her and whirl to find Jayden standing at the foot of my stairs, his blue-green eyes wide and frightened, despite the angry slash of his brows. I draw in deep breaths to push back my lusty wolf, which probably shows in the color of my eyes.
“Jayden,” Colleen remonstrates. A blush turns her cheeks a pretty shade of pink, setting off her eyes, which are the same shade as her son’s.
“It’s okay.” I wrap my hand around her nape and stroke my thumb along the column of her neck. To Jayden, I say, “She’s all right. I wasn’t hurting her. I would never hurt your momma.”
“Apologize,” Colleen instructs Jayden.
“No,” I cut in, then backpedal. “I mean, I’m not trying to overrule your parenting, but I don’t need an apology. He’s protective of his momma—that’s how it should be.”
The boy looks uncertain but then must see something in his mother’s face because the fear drops away. “Momma, your teeth!” he exclaims.
Colleen runs the tip of her tongue along her top teeth and smiles. “They grew in overnight.”
My heart beats fiercely in my chest, the need to avenge the crimes against her warring with my satisfaction that her body has reset back to normal so quickly. One orgasm from her mate was all it took.
Just wait until I get my cum inside her. I try to push that filthy thought from my mind.