Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
His fingers tangle into my hair and his eyes devour me.
Oh shit.
“Buddy,” I whisper, shrinking away, but going nowhere. “Please. Don’t. Don’t try to do this.”
He stares for a long minute and I’m not sure why, then he softly says, “Everything is gonna be good, Ivy Adeline Brennan. You can calm down now. I’m here.” His mouth gets closer. His eyes are hooded. My eyes land on his lips. Pillowy, full bottom lip. Nicely formed bow-shaped top lip. A bit more than a five o’clock shadow.
I shake my head and then twist it to the side and his mouth lands behind my ear.
God, I don’t want this. I also don’t want to die.
I begin to weep with my eyes squeezed shut tight.
“Are you a werewolf?” I ask. Ridiculously. Ridiculously, because I know he is one and also because it sounds utterly bonkers.
“A shifter, yes. Wolf and man,” the deep voice answers and with his nose behind my ear, he takes a big breath. And then he exhales very slowly.
“I’m going to put my mouth on yours. I’ve never wanted to put my mouth on anyone. But I want to taste you while I thrust my cock inside you.”
I gasp and try to struggle. It’s no use. He’s got me pinned.
Oh God. Ohgodohgodohgodohgod.
“Inhale my scent, Ivy Adeline Brennan. Learn it. Let it calm you.”
My body is wracked with sobs and tears flow like the rain outside, which is again pounding hard.
“No, no, no, no, please…” I plead.
His thumb traces my lower lip and then his palm cups my jaw.
He frowns and looks me directly in the eyes, his brows knitting together. “You weep. Why?”
“I don’t wanna die,” I whisper.
“Why would you die?” His voice is gruff. He caresses my cheek with his thumb. “Soft.”
“If I do what you say, will you not kill me?” I ask.
He’s not putting his weight on me. He’s hovering over me, his hair still dripping on me.
The guy is just… massive. His arms are nearly as big around as my waist, I think. It’s as if I’m in my tiny little car underneath a guy the size of Jason Momoa. He lets go of my wrists over my head and my fingers go to my eyes to wipe tears away.
“Kill you? Never,” he grunts. “Why would I kill my mate?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” I groan without first measuring my words. It’s a day for F-words.
Clearly, he’s nuts. He’s a crazy werewolf. Or I’m having a crazy fever dream.
4
Tyson
She’s under me, her pretty hair spread out around her face, and I want to sink inside her immediately. She’s frightened and my urges are warring. My hunger for her… it’s clawing through me, shredding at my resolve which is telling me to nurture.
The urge to calm her is stronger than the urge to claim her, but barely. Because I need her. But I hate that she’s afraid of me. She should be taking in my scent and it should be calming her. I must need to mount her first, for that to happen. Mount her, mark her.
She’s looking at me with so much fear. I need to make her face change. That expression… it makes me loathe myself.
Women are never afraid of me. I smell arousal as soon as I lock eyes with them. Then again, I always meet them in that bar, never in the woods. I’m still gathering my man-senses. Even speaking takes effort so far.
I need to try. Use words to calm her.
“I’ve been smelling you since the moon began to rise tonight on this strange night,” I explain slowly, caressing her face. Her skin is soft, but it’s cool to the touch. So soft. Too cool. “I finally reach you and you think I’m planning to kill you? I haven’t hunted for you for hours for that. I’ve been looking for you for years, Ivy.”
And I am exhausted. Can’t remember the last time I was this weary. I have to stay strong, show her she has a strong mate who can care for her.
When she tried to run, my wolf emerged and then man, then wolf, then man. I’ve lost count. Shifting so many times after going years without doing it must be why I feel so depleted. I can’t even stop it part-way. My senses will sharpen. The fog is lifting, but too slowly for my liking.
She looks up at me with her large eyes. They swim with tears. Her chin quivers. And I want to find a way to make it stop.
This is physically painful for me.
I feel a shift trying to come on against my will. I fight my wolf back.
As tired as I am, as much as I’m uncomfortable in this form, my desires won’t stop surging. I want to taste that bottom lip that protrudes toward me. She has such a delicate face. Large eyes, beautiful skin. Prickling sensations fill my veins. A fierce need to protect her envelopes me even as blood rushes to my cock because I want to fuck her so much.