Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 249(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Yeah, a spanking was definitely in order. I popped her on the ass as she came into the room before I could stop myself.
She gave a little gasp that made my dick go rock hard and looked over her shoulder at me. I expected her to be angry, and I’d deserve it, but her eyes went smoky, her pouty lips parted. She fucking liked it. It got her going.
She was temptation personified, and my control hung by a thread. Finally, she was here. Scented. Identified. Mine.
“You always go to motel rooms with strangers?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, but it was fucking hard thinking about her doing this with anyone else.
Her eyes narrowed. “Do you?”
I wasn’t bringing up past women because they were just that. My past. She was my future, and I wasn’t fucking it up with words.
Her eyes took on a guarded quality, and her voice slowed when she said, “You said I was safe with you.”
“You are,” I replied quickly, cutting off her fears before they even started. “You’re a reckless one, though. Maybe in need of a spanking.”
Her mouth fell open, but her eyes also widened. I couldn’t miss the way her pupils dilated, and when I took a deep breath… fuck.
She was aroused. I could scent her pussy from here.
“You like that idea.” I didn’t state it as a question because I knew the answer. I didn’t want her to be embarrassed… or lie. Then she’d really get a spanking and not a fun kind.
She looked away, gave a slight shrug. “There’s nothing wrong with a woman going after what she wants,” she snapped.
“Good girls like to get fucked, too. No question,” I said. “As long as you get it with me.”
“That’s why I’m here,” she replied, her gaze dropping to the front of my wet pants. I was hard. It couldn’t be hidden. When her mouth fell open because she couldn’t miss the thick length going down the inside of my thigh, my wolf preened. Yeah, that was all for her.
Except… I should put her in her own room, ensure she was safely tucked away until the road was open. That would be the gentlemanly thing to do. Usually, I was one, but right here, right now?
No fucking way. There was no doubt she was a good girl in need of a hard, thorough fucking. My wolf snarled at the possibility of her having come across someone else on the side of the road. If we’d missed her, even by a few minutes…
But we hadn’t.
She was mine, and I’d give her whatever she wanted, especially if it involved my dick. All my debating dropped away when she just stood there in the center of the room, water dripping from her. Nipples hard, eyes glued to my dick… it was as if she was waiting for it. For me.
And then I forgot all honor. Forgot my intention to not scare her. Not to come on too strong. She was here willingly. She’d had plenty of opportunity to change her mind. The way she ogled me, she had no plans to do so.
She might not know she was my mate, but I’d sure as fuck show her.
Two steps, and I was on her, sliding my hands around her waist, tugging up the hem of her soaked t-shirt. “Let me help you with this,” I murmured, my voice three times as deep as normal.
I went slowly, in case she resisted, but she still didn’t. Yeah, she was right here with me. The little siren kept her gaze locked on mine as she lifted her arms over her head. I pulled the shirt off and let out a low curse.
Her breasts were small and perky, with dusky rose nipples that tilted up. They wouldn’t fill my palms, but she also didn’t need to wear a bra. I’d be fucking hard all the time knowing she was bare beneath her shirts. She stepped closer to me, her hands sliding under my soaked t-shirt to brush my abs. A ripple of pleasure ran through me, stronger than anything I’d felt before.
I’d spent the last twelve years searching for my mate, hoping I’d find her before I went moon mad. Why fate had made me wait until I was almost lost to it, I had no idea. Living on base was like living in a big city. There was no privacy. Nowhere to roam. Hell, nowhere to run as a wolf. I now knew she was the only one who could alleviate my growing frenzy to claim, mark and breed. It had affected my performance on base, making my ever growing need to shift, roam and run mess with my abilities to command. That was fucking bad because when I couldn’t command, my men died.
Boyd’s wedding had been the excuse I’d given for taking leave and returning to Montana. In truth, I needed the space the ranch offered to run hard, to deal with the madness that had been hounding me. And fuck if I didn’t just find my mate a hundred miles from home, in the impossibly cute, fragile, young body of a human.