Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
I should be utterly pissed, fighting him off.
I closed my eyes, gyrating my hips as he finger-fucked my pussy. My moans increased in volume. My fists tightened.
“Oh gods,” I groaned, putty in his hands.
“No,” he said, pulling his face up even with mine. His eyes rooted me to the spot. “You don’t call on the gods when I’m touching you. You’re mine,” he growled, his fingers against my neck tightening a bit more. “You use my name. Weston or Alpha. Now come for me, Little Wolf,” he commanded.
Like a damn bursting, pleasure exploded through me. I cried out with the sheer power of it, this time using his name and earning an approving growl for my efforts. My knees weakened and I clung to him.
He dropped his head to rest his lips right beside my ear, pulling out his fingers and then rolling them around my clit. Aftershocks rippled through me.
“Good girl,” he praised, and his electric heat sizzled across my skin. “This was a warning. The next time you wander away, you’ll be on your knees, worshipping my cock.”
Tingles flowed over me. He pulled away, leaving me standing there panting, my eyes closed. I didn’t hear him leave but felt his growing distance as though part of him was still attached to me. In a moment, when the feeling subsided, I let my eyes drift open.
Hadriel stood in the clearing with his hands braced on his hips and his colorful jacket catching and throwing the sunlight.
“Well,” he said, not coming closer. “That’ll teach you to wander off, hmm? Looked like a nice little fingerfuck you had just there. I see you have a darkening mark to show for it. I sure hope you didn’t intend to fuck any more of your captors, because there’s no way that’s going to happen now. No one is going to come near you.”
“They wouldn’t have, anyway.” I shivered with a lingering aftershock.
“I suppose you’re right. No one’s stupid enough to touch an alpha’s—never mind. Come on, let’s go get you a new shirt. It’s like he thinks we have an endless supply of your drab attire. What if you have to start borrowing from other people? I’d bet you won’t know what to do with yourself if you slapped on a little color, not that there’s much of it around this place.”
I followed after him like a lost little lamb, not really sure what to say for myself. What could I say for myself? He was right. I’d just let my captor, the guy who’d I’d sworn not to touch again, finger me until completion. And though he hadn’t claimed me, he’d marked me for all to see. I was his prisoner in body and now in flesh. Worse, whenever he was near, I was his in spirit, too. It was like every time he came close, he gave me a drug that stripped away my rationale. A drug I couldn’t chase away with my mind.
A drug I really fucking liked.
Maybe that was why people were getting so addicted—assuming I could believe my captors. They loved the experience my product created. They didn’t have the mind power, or the threat of Granny’s punishments, to balance out the temptation.
I wasn’t sure what I could do about that, though I guessed it didn’t really matter, anymore. Granny was gone and her organization with her. Unless he handed me off to another distributor or his dragons decided to forgive whatever wrongdoing they thought I was a part of and jump into the trade, my days of making product were over.
Getting back to what he’d said, I chose the most obvious to focus on.
“You watched all that?” I asked meekly.
We wound through the trees.
“Of course I watched all that. I got there late but absolutely stayed for the end of the show. You were standing in a fucking field, getting off on him manhandling you. I was riveted.”
I grimaced, expecting embarrassment or outrage. Instead, a strange sliver of heat wormed through me. A weird sprinkle of pride that he should witness me with the alpha.
What in the hell was going on with me? More importantly, what could I do to stop it?
“I bet his wolf was leaning on him hard. Sometimes our animals have a way of influencing us. Too bad Leala isn’t here,” he murmured. “She’d help you work out your kinks. Seems like you like a little dominance play, huh? You like being . . . maybe not submissive, but a little passive? You should try enraging him next time and letting him take out his aggression on you. You might like that. You’d probably get the bang of your life.”
In the space where the camp used to be, people were waiting atop their horses, the shiny and well-groomed animals swishing their tails. Other people waited near them, holding supplies or standing with donkeys. The alpha—Weston—was nowhere to be found.