To Be Claimed Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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“As far as answering your question, I’ll tell you why you’re here when the time is right. For now, you and Lizzie should focus on getting settled and making yourselves at home.” My eyes fly to his and I part my lips to object. I want to plead with him to let us go, but he stops my appeal before it begins.

“You’re a part of our pack now. There’s no changing that, so you better get used to the idea of staying. The sooner, the better.” I swallow my plea, but my mouth is suddenly dry. A hard lump forms in my throat, choking me. We’re stuck here. They’re keeping us. The tears prick again and this time I don’t have the strength or energy to stop them.

I’m given a moment of reprieve when his cell phone vibrates on the desk. He doesn’t speak as he answers, just holds the phone to his ear. I can’t make out what the person on the other end is saying, but judging by the scowl on Devin’s face, he’s not exactly thrilled about the news.

“I’m sure it was a real fucking emergency.” His anger lights a new sensation that flows down my arms, traveling lower until my nails dig into the leather of the chair. “I want to know as soon as his ass gets back. What about the paperwork?” He listens for a moment longer and then ends the call without another word.

Questions race through my mind.

He sets the phone on the desk and his silver eyes roam down my body before settling on my gaze again. His expression implies that he’s contemplating what he should do with me. Which brings me back to my question. Why did he take us?

“What do you want from us?” I search his hard eyes for compassion or sympathy, but he’s emotionless.

His jaw clenches. “I told you I’ll tell you when the time is right.” My eyes fall at his response. “Just know that you will be taken care of. You’ll be safe and the pack wants nothing more than for you and Lizzie to be happy here with us.” His voice softens some at the end. “It’s Lizzie, right?”

I ignore his question and opt for a desperate plea over a response. “If you want us to be happy, let us go home,” I beg softly to the wooden floor, unable to look him in the eye as my strength fails me.

“Enough.” His hardened tone paralyzes me. “You aren’t going anywhere. Get used to the idea of staying.”

“I want you to come to me.” I’m forced to peer into his gaze as he makes the declaration. It’s hypnotizing, being caught in his heated stare. My entire body blazes.

It’s too hot in here to even think.

“Come here,” he commands and again his strong fingers grip my chin, traveling lower down, to my throat. I can’t move. Not an inch.

My body trembles and I close my eyes, failing to gather my composure. I meet him halfway, ever so slowly, obeying.

I stiffen as his strong, muscular arms wrap around me, picking me up and pulling me into his hard chest. With only a gasp of protest, he lifts me as though I weigh nothing and settles me in his lap as he leans back in his chair. My breathing picks up and my entire body goes on high alert.

Grace

My head is roughly level with his chest, so Devin speaks while peering down at me. My heart thumps loudly at feeling my chest pressed tight against his. My eyes stare straight ahead at the pictures on the wall in his office. The black and white images of wooded lands are actually quite beautiful and they center me slightly. Anything to keep my mind off of him. There’s something about him that’s like a drug. Like heroin sinking into my veins and luring all of my senses into some depth of perversion I’ve never felt before.

“I’ll ask you again. Please be reasonable and answer my question, Grace. What do you know about werewolves?” With a rumble in his chest, my bottom lip quivers ever so slightly. Short breaths are all I can manage.

His thumb moves in slow circles over my thigh and I find myself relaxing in his embrace. Something about him soothes me even if every bit of me is on high alert. He is the ultimate drug.

Exhaustion overwhelms me as my body eases from his touch. His hand at my hip releases me and he gently strokes up and down along the curve of my waist. I sigh at his soft touches, feeling myself slip deeper into comfort. Although he could easily run his hand up my shirt so we’d be skin to skin, he doesn’t. I’m grateful for the restraint, but at the same time I crave his body against mine. For some unknown reason my anxiety seems to vanish and suddenly I can’t remember what I was so concerned about. Everything just feels right and all I can think about is how good this feels. As if reading my mind, he gently pulls me into his hard chest and I allow it.


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