Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
I can’t speak, but I’m sure my expression says enough. Disbelief and outrage are all I can feel, and I hope he can see that.
His eyes widen and he leans back to give me room. “What did I do?”
“Well for starters the only word you’ve said to me is ‘come.’ And then you burst in while I was…while…” I flail my arms and shove his hands off me. I need space; I can barely breathe let alone speak. “And you talk about sharing me. And then you fight over me, like I’m some sort of prize.”
“You don’t understand.” I part my lips to lay into him yet again, apparently I’ve completely lost my mind and my filter. Stupid. I’m still being stupid. He gently places a large finger across my lips and gives me a pleading look to listen to him. When I narrow my eyes the look turns into a warning. I pull away from him and stare at the dirt before deciding to hear him out. He waits to speak until I look at him.
His hand cups my chin and his thumb rubs along my bottom lip. I almost pull away, but it’s so comforting I can’t. “I can’t speak to you in wolf form. I’m very sorry I didn’t take a moment to talk to you when I could. We needed to travel quickly, and I wanted to keep you warm at night, that’s why I stayed wolf. As for fighting over you…” He looks into the trees behind me, back the way we came, before staring into my eyes again. I nearly turn to see if Luke is behind me, but his hand keeps me facing him.
“I’m not ashamed to say I fought for you.” His piercing eyes reflect his honesty. “And I’d do it again if I had to.” I shake my head and try to free myself from his hold. He doesn’t let me go though. “I won’t deny it and I won’t lie to you. I am sorry I hurt you though. That wasn’t my intention.” His sweet words tempt me to melt into him, but I hold on to the last bit of dignity I have.
“I’m not a fuck toy. I refuse to be demeaned like that.”
Owen’s hard words make me flinch. “You are not a fuck toy! You will not talk about yourself like that ever again. Do you hear me?” My shoulders collapse and fear cripples me. I whimper and nod my head as my shoulders hunch in.
“And you are not leaving. You. Are. Our. Mate.” He growls the words and at first, fear is all I register. But as the words sink in, I feel my shoulders open and my fear lifts. A warmth settles in my chest as I look into Owen’s silver gaze. The anger on his face dissipates as he sees my expression.
“Mate?”
He nods his head as his forehead pinches. “Yes.” His hand gently pushes my hair behind my ear, and he strokes my cheek with his thumb. “You’re our mate. Do you know what that means?”
A small smile graces my lips as I shake my head. I have an idea and if it’s anything like I’ve fantasized… I need to hear him say it. My heart flutters in my chest with need, but my breathing stills, waiting to hear the words.
“It means you’re ours forever, you are the one fate chose for us.” A weight lifts off my body and I breathe in an easy breath. A blush heats my cheeks as my smile widens without my consent.
“You like that, don’t you?”
Is this real? I nod and whisper my response. “I do.”
All I keep thinking is that this cannot be real.
I brush my hand along his dark stubble and love the prickly feel. I was right. Werewolves have mates. And I’m his. My eyes widen as I realize he said our. “Both of yours?” I blink several times waiting for him to respond.
“Yes.” His word is clipped, and I can tell he’s holding something back. “So long as you’ll have us, we’re both yours.” The way he says it makes me heat with desire. His nostrils flare and he licks his lips.
He groans out, “You need me, sweetness.” The sheer heat in his gaze makes my thighs clench with a need I’ve never known before. I nod, not trusting my voice, and the second I do, his lips are on mine. That lust-filled haze comes again and I mindlessly wonder if that’s what he meant by pull. This all-consuming desire.
His tongue slips past my lips and explores my mouth. He suckles my upper lip, teasing it and making me moan. His hands find my waist and lifts me into his chest as he lays me down on the ground. I moan into his mouth. Wanting more, needing more. My legs part for him and there’s not an ounce of shame—only want. I feel his fingers on my clit and gasp at the sheer intensity of the pleasure it gives me. My back bows off the ground as he slips his finger into me, curling it and hitting my g-spot. I whimper as his finger leaves me, but he only adds a second and goes right back to finger fucking me and making my body heat and numb with my impending orgasm.