Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
She purses her lips and looks behind us at my tattered and shredded outfit. “You ruined your clothes.” I sit up, making me about a foot taller than her so I tower over her, but she maintains eye contact. “What are you going to wear now?” Is she admonishing me? “I’m going to need help moving these bodies and storing him in the trunk.” Her thumb points to the incapacitated shifter. “I have silver rope in the back of the car, but how the hell am I going to carry him?” Her tongue clucks as she surveys the scene. “You need clothes. Do you have any?” I shake my head, causing her dark eyes to narrow. “Shift.”
My mate is … testing me. I allow a moment to pass, observing her and she stares back at me, her confidence disappearing for only a moment. “Please,” she adds, dragging out the word as if she’s not used to saying it.
That’s better. All I can think before I shift back is that my mate is going to challenge me, push me, command me even … and I’m eager to play and to do the same in return.
Vince
Tossing her keys on the bedside table in the hotel room, I perk up as I hear the shower being turned on. I buried the human and the two shifters in the woods after tying up the remaining one with silver rope and locking him in Veronica’s trunk. Her name was the first thing I requested. I can’t get over the way the four syllables roll off my tongue.
Time was short between us, though, with barely any words spoken other than a hastily devised plan. Bury the three, throw the other in the back of her trunk and then lie low at this hotel.
After all of that, a shower is desperately needed and then I have to call Devin. He needs to know everything and more importantly, that we have a shifter roped in silver to interrogate.
The fucker pissed all over himself, but he’ll live. For now. I don’t know how long that’ll last once Devin finds out what they were planning.
I strip out of the jeans and simple white T-shirt my mate got me. The shirt barely fits, but I think she likes seeing it stretched tight across my broad shoulders. She knew damn well I needed a larger size.
So far I’ve learned my mate is opinionated. She likes what she likes, and I’m hard as a fucking rock for her. Every little detail about her seems to scream to me to pay attention. From the way a soft accent lingers on a few of her words, to the way she tucks her jet-black hair behind her ear to accentuate her slender neck. I crave every inch of her.
Every step I take toward the bathroom makes my dick harder as I imagine my gorgeous mate wet and naked, waiting for me to ravage her. Palming myself, I stroke a few times.
The bathroom door opens with a soft creak, allowing the steam to billow out and I find her wrapped in a towel. Her hair’s dry and she’s rubbing some balm that smells like honey into her shoulders. There’s a large dark bruise covering the crook of her neck and the sight of it makes me growl deep and low.
They hurt her. I was right fucking there and they laid hands on her. Weakness and anger war within me. I was right there and I didn’t protect her. The bastard in the trunk is lucky that she wants to give him to Devin. If it were up to me, he’d be dead like the rest of them. I know vampires heal, but obviously they don’t heal as fast as we do.
“Vince.” My name on her lips pulls my attention from my dark thoughts.
“Don’t be so upset, pup. It’s just a little bruise.” Her dark eyes twinkle with mischief when they meet my silver gaze in the mirror.
Pup. If I wasn’t feeling as if I’ve failed her already, only hours into meeting my mate, I’d smirk at her nickname for me. Pup. I imagine once she discovers what I can do to her, she won’t be using that word anymore.
As it is, my gaze falls back to the bruise. “I don’t like to see you marked.”
She smiles devilishly before turning around and unwrapping her towel. The white cotton falls to form a puddle around her feet, revealing her light brown skin that looks flawless.
Peeking over her shoulder, she toys with me. “You don’t want to put your mark on me then?”
I groan in approval. My dick gets impossibly harder and lust rages in my blood at the sight of her gorgeous curves. My mate. I part my lips to speak as I walk toward her, but she stops me by putting one slender finger against my lips. “Uh, uh, uh. I want my big bad wolf on his knees.” Smirking, I obey my mate. I love this little game. Just the thought of her putting a collar and leash on me makes precum leak from my slit. She can do what she pleases as I learn her boundaries.