Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 130(@200wpm)___ 104(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
I’m drawn back to the spot on her neck where my mark belongs. I kiss it over and over again as I feel her heart pounding against mine.
I can smell this girl’s arousal and knowing that any shifter that walks by can smell it too is making me and my bear crazy.
I need to have my mark on her. I want every shifter who sees her to run in the opposite direction or risk facing my wrath.
My bear wants the same. He’s urging me, begging me, snarling at me to sink my teeth into her soft flesh and mark her as our own.
The thought of those wolf shifters with their eyes on her, with Lincoln’s arm around her waist, is pushing me over the edge.
My whole body gets tense. I start to feel twitchy all over. A surge of adrenaline flushes through my veins, causing a pounding in my ears. When I picture his hand on her waist, his fingertips digging into her flesh, something in me snaps.
My bear charges up and my body swells. My canines extend and I feel him close to the surface—close enough to fill my head with his possessive thoughts.
Do it! he screams and this time, I listen.
With a possessive growl, I sink my sharp teeth into her neck and mark this ripe curvy girl as my own.
Her hands tighten on me and she whimpers as the coppery taste of her blood fills my mouth. It tastes so sweet. I’ve been waiting for this my entire life and now it’s here. This girl is mine.
My mate is mine.
I slide my teeth out and kiss the wound as my bear slinks back down, satisfied that she’s now got our mark on her.
The wolves would never have pulled that shit they did earlier if my mark was on her neck like it is now. They wouldn’t have looked at her ass, they wouldn’t have made any crude jokes. Their eyes would have been on the table and they would have shown her the respect that Westin Wood’s mate deserves.
I pull away and look down at her. Tears start filling her hazel eyes and my heart breaks knowing I was the cause of each drop.
“Why did you do that?” Her eyes are full of betrayal as she grabs her neck and backs away from me.
I let her go even though all I want to do is hold her tightly against me. It pains me to see her backing away like this. Full of confusion. Full of fear.
“Kimberly…” I say as a tear runs down her cheek. “It had to be this way. You have to believe me.”
She shakes her head as she turns, still holding her hand to the mark. “I don’t want to see you again,” she says in a quivering voice. “Ever!”
She runs and I can’t help but follow her. I catch up to her easily, but I keep my shaking hands by my sides and fight the urge to grab her and pull her back into my embrace where she belongs.
“Let me explain,” I beg as we arrive back at the parking lot of the diner.
“No!” she shouts as she runs to her car. I don’t like the look of it. It’s too old and doesn’t look safe enough to be carrying around such precious cargo, but now is not the time to tell her that.
“I can’t let you go,” I say to her. I’m standing behind the car as she opens the door.
“You fucking bit me.” She throws it at me like a knife that sinks into my heart. Her hand is still on her neck, covering the spot as she stares at me in disbelief.
“I need you to understand.” I can hear the anguish in my voice. It’s crippling me. “I had to. You’re my mate and that’s something that—”
“I’m not your anything,” she says as she gives me one last nasty look.
She disappears into her car and slams the door. I jump out of the way as she backs up, nearly taking my legs out.
My bear starts snarling within. I can’t let her go. Not like this.
What if someone takes her? What if she disappears back to Canada?
My heart is pounding, filling me with a panicky feeling.
The white lights disappear on the back of her car as she throws it into drive. I leap forward without thinking and grab onto the bumper, holding her car in place.
The wheels start spinning into the dirt parking lot as she floors it, but I’m not letting go. Her front tires are screeching as they spin and throw dirt onto me as I lift the back of her car off the ground.
She honks the horn in frustration, but I hold on. My arms are burning, my whole body is flexed. My feet start slowly dragging along the dirt as I grunt and hold her back.