Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
My heart stalls in my throat.
"Leave him alone!" Dahlia cries, rushing toward us. She swings something and a wolf yelps.
"I said run!"
"I'm not leaving you!"
A wolf leaps. I bat her out of midair, sending her flying off to the side. She hits…something…and yelps. The next wolf attacks before I can even recover. His teeth close around my pants leg, ripping it all the way up to my thigh.
I kick him off me, sending him flying too.
"You leave him alone right now!" Dahlia swings her weapon like an angry housewife with a broom. It whistles through the air, smacking the ground in solid thumps. Either every species in existence knows not to tempt a desperate woman, or the wolves have had enough.
First one and then another slinks off, slipping into the trees. Quiet falls over the clearing.
Dahlia's weapon falls to the ground with a thud.
"I can't believe that worked," she whispers.
I snap like a bowstring pulled to the breaking point. In two steps, I'm at her side, dragging her to the grass beneath me.
"You left me," I growl. Her shirt rips beneath my hands, torn down the middle. "You left me."
"Never," she sobs. "Never, Draven."
I bow my head to her chest, dragging one hard nipple through my teeth as she drags her nails down my back. Ah, God. I need her now. Now. I can't think through the driving need to fuck, and claim, and sate the beast.
She feels the same desperate need. Already, she's reaching for my zipper, trying to free my cock. My name breaks on her lips in a keening plea of surrender, of need.
We work together to drag her pants down her thighs. She's dripping wet.
"Draven!" Her hips arch upward, her back bowing from the ground when I thrust two fingers inside her, getting her ready for me. Tormenting her like she torments me simply by breathing. "Get in me. Please."
"You ran from me."
"No, no." She claws down my back, sobbing my name.
"You run to me, Dahlia. You run to me!" I replace my fingers with my cock, impaling her on my length. We shout together, burn together. Goddamn, I'll never get enough of her like this, wild and unrestrained, open and vulnerable. She's so trusting. So damn mine.
I pound my fist on the ground, trying to keep it together long enough to get her off. Trying to keep from slamming into her like a wild thing. The way I love this woman… Jesus, it's slightly terrifying. But she knows. Fuck, I think she sees right into my soul.
"Give it to me," she demands. "You won't hurt me."
I can't hurt her. I'd tear out my own heart first.
I groan in surrender…and give in. I fuck her hard, pounding into her. She clings to me, rocking her hips in time to each hard thrust, moaning for me to give her more, to take her higher. I do. Christ, I do. I fuck my way into her soul, laying siege to every inch of it.
There's only ecstasy when her scream rips apart the forest this time.
I roar her name as her pussy locks down around me, her body commanding mine, demanding everything I have. I give it to her, burying my face in her throat and moaning her name as my balls empty into her again and again.
My heart stalls, and my lungs cease to function. For one perfect moment, everything simply…stops.
I fall forward, catching myself at the last moment to keep from crushing her.
"I could never leave you," she whispers. "I love you, Draven."
"I know." I turn my head, pressing a reverent kiss to her breast. "But I'm not rational when it comes to you, Beauty. Your father wasn't entirely wrong about me. I am a beast. When it comes to you, I'll always be a beast."
"I hate that you had to hear any of that," she says, her voice small.
I roll to the side, pulling her into my arms. "Is that why you ran?"
"I was only trying to clear my head." She curls up with her head against my chest, her ear over my heart. "I'm so angry at him for saying such ugly things about you. I thought he could change, but I don't think he ever will."
"Then he doesn't deserve you," I say simply. It's true enough. Anyone not willing to bend to keep her isn't worthy of her. I speak from experience. There isn't anything I wouldn't do to make her happy. One day, I hope he figures out for himself what he's missing. I hope he fixes it. He doesn't deserve it, but she does.
"You deserve me," she whispers.
"Not yet."
She lifts her head from my chest. It's still too light outside for me to see her face, but I don't need to see it to read the question in her eyes. I know her. She's insatiably curious about everything.