Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 34939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34939 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
He crawled off the bed, knowing in his heart that Sofia needed time.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen. I saw you grab salad at the store. I’ll whip one together while you compose yourself, and then we’ll talk.” He glanced down the length of her body and he had no choice but to contain his moan. It was such a waste to cover her body. Those hips. He couldn’t wait to hold on to them and pound deep inside her, filling her pussy with his cum.
Until then, he would just have to wait. With the full moon fast approaching, it wouldn’t be long. A woman in mating heat was a dangerous thing.
It was entirely his fault.
Being near Sofia would call to her more basic urges, primarily, the wolf within her that would demand his presence.
He might have waited purposefully for this event to happen. Sofia was a … broken woman. She might try to deny it, but he knew she struggled, and it was up to him to save and to protect her, which he intended to do every minute of the day.
Sofia was never leaving his side, not again. Caspian was done watching her from afar. The last few months had been torture. His wolf wanted his mate, and they were going to finally get her.
He hummed to himself, going to the fridge. The ingredients staring back at him were pitiful, but it was enough to make them some dinner. He would gladly feast on her pussy, but his woman needed to be fed, and fed well.
Those curves needed to stay.
He wanted his woman healthy and happy.
Grabbing the lettuce, tomatoes, and cucumber, he got to work on chopping.
Chapter Three
Sofia quickly changed into sweatpants, checking how she looked in her cracked mirror before heading to her kitchen. Caspian wasn’t wrong. Her lasagna smelled amazing, and there was plenty for them to share.
She often took her leftovers to work, but when it came to lasagna, she loved it piping hot with a salad.
Entering the kitchen, she was surprised by how at home Caspian looked. She folded her arms across her chest, nibbling on her lip as she stared down the length of him.
His body was covered, which was such a shame. A flash of him rushed through her mind as she pictured him back at the town square, looking every part the rogue alpha she thought he was.
“You like what you see, little wolf?” he asked.
“It’s rude to break into people’s homes.” She moved from the entrance and went to her fridge. She opened it to see the meager offerings. There were no beers, just a couple of spare bottles of water.
Something itched beneath her skin. Rubbing at the flesh of her neck, she grabbed a bottle of cold water and placed it right on the spot. It helped to soothe that one spot, but it didn’t do the job she wanted it to do.
She closed the fridge, and as she made to step back, all of a sudden, Caspian was right behind her.
The hard ridge of his cock pressed against her back, and she closed her eyes. The soothing bottle was useless now as her body had other demands.
“I know exactly what is going through that mind of yours.”
She couldn’t help but snort. “I doubt that.”
“Don’t doubt me when it comes to these matters, Sofia. I know exactly what I’m talking about.”
She whimpered as he wrapped an arm around her waist. This was wrong.
Her wolf whined in her head. She didn’t believe it was wrong.
He was a monster.
No, he’s not.
Sofia took a deep breath and stepped out of his arms, missing the warmth of his touch the moment she did. The itching beneath her skin was already driving her crazy.
“Dinner, my lady,” Caspian said, holding a bowl of salad.
She felt fine before he arrived. Now her body was starting to burn up.
Sofia ignored it and took a seat at the dining table. She ended up stuffing a small book under one leg of the table in order to keep it stable.
Caspian placed the salad on the table, then grabbed the pot of lasagna, which had been resting on the counter.
“Have you ever been in mating heat?” Caspian asked.
“No, and women only go through the heat when their mates are around.”
He chuckled.
Sofia shook her head. There was no way this man was her mate, was there?
Yes.
Her wolf needed to be silent.
“Tell me, Sofia. How did you feel in the bedroom with my mouth on your pussy?”
She paused as a spike of arousal flooded between her thighs. Being with Caspian was the last thing she wanted.
“It’s impossible. You’re not my mate. I would know.”
“Would you? I mean really? You’re so damn stubborn, I’m surprised you even realize what the pack was doing to you. I half expected to find you at the edge of your pack line, fighting with yourself.”