Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116909 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 585(@200wpm)___ 468(@250wpm)___ 390(@300wpm)
“On another note, how is your female this morning?” he asked.
In a word … “Hyper.”
“Hyper?”
“She finally has what she wants, so it’s put her in a rather excitable mood.” Which was massively annoying Blair at the moment, since the little female felt it necessary to yip and bark and butt her head at Blair in an effort to make her wake and go “play.” It was like having a small child harass you until you got out of bed in resignation. “How’s your cat?”
“More content than he’s ever been. And crowing like a rooster.”
Her snicker got caught in her throat as a yawn cracked her jaw.
“He’s also desperate for some time with both you and your female. We need to let our animals run together at some point today.”
“I’m up for it, so long as your cat doesn’t try eating my hair again.”
“He doesn’t try to eat it. Per se. He likes to play with it—”
“Well, it ain’t a ball of yarn.”
“—and then he gets carried away and ends up nibbling on the strands.” Luke doodled circles on her butt with his fingertip. “At least he doesn’t nibble on your pinkie.”
“Once. My female did that to you once.”
“It hurt like a mother. Her teeth are like goddamn miniature scalpels.”
Dominant males could be such whiners at times. “She only did it because you tried rubbing her belly—she doesn’t like that.”
“She showed me her belly. She rolled right onto her back, her tongue lolling out, looking all playful.”
“Well, it’s not her fault you fell for the puppy dog act. Some alpha you are.” She flinched as the tips of his claws pricked the flesh of her ass. “Ow! That hurts.” She bit his neck.
Luke let out a low chuckle, withdrawing his claws. “That bite wasn’t much of a punishment, baby.” He loved it when his mate marked him—even needed it. “Just to be clear, I’ll be doing a lot of things to your ass so it better get used to a little discomfort. I’ll be using and ruling every part of you.” He had all sorts of fantasies boxed up in his mind. Now that they were mated, he could open that box. “But right now, I have a question.”
“Hit me with it.”
He rolled onto his side and gently cupped her pussy. “You sore?”
Her pupils dilated. “A little bit.”
Luke hummed, urging her to lie flat on her back. “I guess I should kiss it better, then.” He did exactly that, not stopping until she came all over his mouth. He then pumped his aching cock and exploded all over her pussy. “I like seeing your skin covered in my come.” It was yet another way to mark her as his.
Her face all languid and flushed, she blew out a breath. “I’m kind of sensing that, since this is the second time you’ve blown your load all over me.”
“It won’t be the last.” He gently tapped her hip. “Shower.”
Just as they had last night, they showered together. Luke again washed her hair for her, loving that she let him minister to and pamper her that way. It wasn’t always easy for dominant females to shove aside their inborn self-reliance in even the smallest of ways. But Blair didn’t bristle or object; she gave him this without hesitation.
Had she not been sore, he would have taken her right then. Later. He’d have her again later.
Washed and dressed, he checked his phone. One particular text made him frown.
“What’s wrong?” asked Blair, retrieving her own cell from the nightstand.
“I got a message from Tate. It seems that Chester still hasn’t returned home.” Once Farrell had scoped the place out the previous night and ascertained that only a woman and two teenagers were inside, he’d called Tate, who’d sent a couple of enforcers to watch the place.
Blair’s lips pursed. “It’s looking like Davis was telling the truth about Chester feigning that he’s on a business trip, then. Do you think it’s possible that he and his friends will try to get to Camden again?”
“I do. And I think they’ll do it soon. They’ve only given themselves a week to get the job done, if what Davis said is true.”
“Hopefully we’ll manage to get our hands on at least one of the poachers when they next strike. If not, we can nab Chester when he returns home. Which he will. He has no reason to go into hiding. It’s unlikely that he’d think we’d question Davis or learn Chester’s ID some other—Ugh.”
He felt his brows snap together. “What?”
Glaring at the screen of her cell, she said, “My mother has decided to break her silence.”
“And?”
“And I wish she hadn’t. The text message is one long-ass lecture. In sum, she’s mad that I didn’t mention the email to her, she can’t understand why I’d suspect one of the pack was behind it, she’s hurt that I’d ever think she doesn’t want what’s best for me, and she maintains that I’ll regret mating you so soon and she wants me to know that I can return to pack territory for a ‘break’ any time I want.”