Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
And when I swallowed the last spurt from him, he gently pulled my face away, cupped my cheeks, and leaned down to run his tongue over my face, licking at my tears, and smoothing that thick muscle along my lips so he was also tasting his seed.
“My perfect little mate. You’re such a good girl.” He gently ran those deadly claws over my cheeks. “No one will ever please me the way you do. No one will ever be as important to me as you are.”
His praise did the most wonderful thing to me.
He continued to lick my lips, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit it turned me on, knowing that he didn’t care about tasting his own seed as he kissed me.
In the next instance he had me on my back, my legs thrown over his shoulders, and his face buried in my pussy as he ate me out and got me off twice more.
It was long moments after both of us had orgasms that he just held me, keeping me draped over his chest as he laid on the hard ground.
He stroked his palm up and down my spine, petting me in that way that I loved so much.
And I twirled my fingers around his chest fur, closing my eyes and inhaling the scent of Wolf.
But when his body tensed, and his arms wrapped tightly around mine, I felt the air change. I felt the danger and aggression coming from Wolf so suddenly. My heart beat a strange rhythm. And that’s when my survival instinct rose.
Something was wrong. Danger was in the air.
Chapter
Seventeen
Marcella
Although I couldn’t see the threat, I took Wolf’s body language as a cue that something was very wrong.
Wolf had me off the ground and dressed in a matter of seconds, my clothes damp and sticking to my skin, but I didn’t care. I was too on edge to worry about anything but whatever was causing Wolf to react like this.
And then he kept his colossal body in front of mine as he moved closer to the alcove entrance. I glanced around his bulging arm, but couldn’t see anything.
With a hand placed on the center of his back, I could feel how heavy he was breathing, his shoulders rising and falling because he was damn near panting.
I glanced down at his paws and watched as he clenched and relaxed them.
“Wolf?” I adjusted to the side, my tone frightened, but his arm shot out like a steel bar in front of me, stopping me from getting any closer.
I looked up at him, feeling my eyes widen, the fear almost consuming me. I could sense the violence and tension radiating off of him, and when he slowly turned his head to glance down at me, all I saw was the animal that he truly was reflected at me.
“I swear on the air in my lungs, the blood in my veins, and whatever good part of me I’ve ever had, that I won’t let anything hurt you.”
His words, the inclination of his voice, were so profound, so determined, that I knew it was his absolute truth.
What was out there that would make him say something with such conviction?
And then, as if whatever threat had heard my thoughts, a deep growl echoed through the woods.
With his big paw around my waist, he tightened his hold, pushing me further back into the alcove as he took a step forward and away from me.
“No matter what, you stay here. You let me protect you.” He glanced at me once more. “It’s what I was born to do.”
My chest clenched at his words and I knew then—even if I hadn’t already been certain—that I wouldn’t leave Wolf. I was meant to be here.
We were meant to be together.
And I’d make that our reality if we got out of this… whatever this was.
I slowly nodded because I knew he wanted me to affirm I understood. Only then did Wolf face forward again. I saw the way his shoulders rose and fell as he breathed harder.
His paws were completely outstretched on either side of him now, his claws seeming darker and sharper than ever before.
I leaned to the side to look around his bicep for a prolonged moment.
No sound escaped me as I watched the creature step out from the thickness of the forest. I could tell it was another beast-creature like Wolf, but aside from the height and overall shape, that’s where the similarities ended.
This creature looked rabid and emaciated. It had white and red foam—the latter color I had to assume was blood—spilling out of the corners of his jaw, and around its discolored teeth. One of its ears was partially missing, and I could see chunks of fur gone, scars covering its flesh underneath.
On instinct, I moved back another step just as Wolf took one forward, keeping his body in front of mine.