Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 42655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
He scented her—hot and bothered, her wanton desire perfuming the air. She was getting in touch with her wolven side, and it was a beautiful thing.
She was close, so he shifted back into his skin, his bones elongating, his skin and muscle replacing thick fur.
“Heather!” he called out. “You can’t hide from me.”
He slowly walked around the area where she hid amongst the tall brush.
“You keep fighting what you know is meant to be. It’ll destroy you. No one can ignore the mating call—not even you, Heather.”
Was he that repulsive? Such an unfit mate that she’d go to such extremes to avoid being with him?
“I’m not ignoring anything.”
Her voice was clear, but she remained hidden. She was playing another of her games, and he tired of them.
“Then allow me to claim you. The full moon returns in three days.”
She stepped out from the brush in her glorious nudity. Such lush curves that his wolf thrashed within him, attempting to destroy his control.
“And what does that entail?” Her voice was soft and inviting this time. She kept walking out toward him, her usual sense of shyness not evident.
“Marking you.” When she was close enough, he ran his fingertips along her neck and shoulder. “Right here.”
She stopped in front of him, looking up into his eyes with no words.
“Heather?”
“I’m sorry, David. I never meant to hurt you. I’ve been going through a lot with the loss of my parents. I still have nightmares.” She ran a hand through her long, black hair. He could feel her turmoil, her regrets. “I’ve dreamt of this day … forever. I want this to happen. I want you. Just, please, be patient. I’m afraid to love again.”
“Never be afraid to love me. You have all my loyalty, Heather. I’d do anything for you.”
“Until you tire of me, tire of the vegan shifter that everyone thinks is a freak.”
“Don’t do that,” he said. “Don’t make assumptions for me. When I spent that week with you, it meant something. My human and wolven sides committed to you, whether we made it official or not. That’s a lifelong commitment, and if anyone has a problem with you, they’ll answer to me.”
She bit her lip, not arguing with him. “You got the short end of the stick,” she said.
He grabbed her arm and gave her a jostle. “I like everything I see, and I won’t have you continue this self-destructive behavior. Nothing, and I mean nothing you do will push me away, so stop trying.” David brought her hand to his cock. “That’s what you do to me, Heather. You’re all I think about. One look and all I can think about is fucking you.”
She stepped away and circled him. He felt her touch when she was behind him, then she ran her hand up his arm as she came around to the front once again. “You caught me,” she whispered.
“I did.”
“What will you do with me?”
He narrowed his eyes, so many filthy thoughts crossing his mind. “I’m going to take you hard. Bend you over that log and fuck you until you never doubt my loyalty again. Come closer,” he said.
She came within a breath of him. He could feel the heat of her skin.
David grabbed the nape of her neck and pulled her forward into a kiss. Not just any kiss, but a promise, a commitment, a claiming.
Her legs began to give out, so he wasted no time, turning her and forcing her over the massive, downed log. He smacked her plump ass as it jutted up in invitation. After he had her begging for his cock, he’d take that virgin ass too. He wanted it all, every part of her to belong to him completely. His wolf demanded it.
“You’ve apologized. But I still want you to ask for my cock, Heather. Tell me this is what you want. Tell me to fuck you.”
She was already breathing heavily, and he scented her arousal strong in the air.
“Give it to me, David. I’m yours to take.”
“That’s right. You’re my mate. Only mine.” He positioned himself behind her, kicking her legs open wider with one foot. Her pussy glistened, pink and ripe. With two fingers, he reached down and impaled her, fucking her hard with his hand while grabbing her hair in his other fist. She cried out and mewled like a whore.
His little whore.
He tugged her hair and finger-fucked her until she dripped with need. Then he pushed her back down and ran the head of his dick up and down her slit, covering himself in her juices.
“You want this?”
“Yes,” she cried. “I need it.”
“Good girl. Much better.” He pushed the full length of his cock inside her in one quick thrust. She screamed then panted, pushing back to meet him thrust for thrust. With only the forest animals as their witnesses, he rammed into her over and over, claiming her like a wolf took a she-wolf. It was a mix of passion and animalistic base needs. It was perfect.