Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Another look to the bodiless head that she would have to go by, she swallowed once and moved.
“Don’t you dare.”
A deep rumble came from across the room. Like the nameless stranger, his voice also did something to parts of her that needed to shut the fuck up at the moment. More important things that having certain itches, scratched.
At least she thought it was from over there but who, she didn’t know. The one holding up Ivan didn’t even glance in her direction.
No way someone is talking to me.
She kept moving.
“Fucking hell, woman. Don’t you make me tell you again. Stay put. And I swear to whatever God you pray to, you make me chase you out into the cold and I will leave my mark all over that sweet ass of yours.” Words were drenched in forced restraint as they fell from his mouth to her ears.
Ivan crumpled to the floor and the broad shouldered man turned. It may have been a few months since she’d seen him, but she’d never forget him. Shaggy hair which she knew in the right light would showcase as dirty blond, hung loose around his face, hiding part of his expression. Sharp, angled features that had him come off as even more dangerous than she knew him to be. Totally kissable lips tilted down in a scowl, powerful arms flexing as he braced strong hands on lean hips.
Her one night stand of epic sex that she still got herself off to the memory of when she needed relief, which thanks to him opening her mind to such amazing sex was pretty much daily. At least before she’d been taken.
Loner.
Search and Rescue operator.
Friend…sort of…acquaintance might be a better word.
Sexual god. Something she knew from experience.
Leopard shifter.
Jeremy Ruscino.
Chapter 6
Jeremy fought his cat back under control. Rage tinged his world red and he longed for nothing more than to eliminate every single threat to his woman. Not one single person he laid eyes on was left alive. He knew there was one person other than Dianna breathing. But that man was far away from him, being guarded by his brothers. That dead man’s fear permeated the air, its acidic scent burning his nose.
The angry leopard settled the moment it looked at its mate. Rage didn’t dissipate, no, because she had been injured and was bound. And, she was trying to escape when he’d deliberately told her to stay put. His jaw physically hurt from the combination of keeping his fangs concealed and clenching his teeth.
The feline in him wanted to bite her and pin her down until she submitted to his law. His mate should listen and never, ever go against his command. Right now, the human was fairly on board with such an idea.
He stalked over the floor to stand before her, his soul settling purely on the reason he was closer to the woman who had no idea how much she owned him. Raking his gaze over her, he bit the inside of his jaw to keep from yelling at her for being kidnapped. The zip ties on her wrists were way to tight and he could see how they’d been digging into her skin.
She had her back against the wall, eyes on him, wide and uncertain. He didn’t blame her. He knew he was a scary mother fucker. But no fear scent wafted from her and he approved. This woman had faced untold hell but she still defied showing the slightest bit fear.
Jeremy stepped into her more, shoving his thigh between her legs and lifted so his jeans rubbed against her core. Asshole behavior?
Perhaps.
Definitely. Especially, given what she’d been through but this was his woman and both him and his beast needed to remind themselves she was here. And alive.
He leaned close, rubbing his nose along the side of her face and down to her neck. The feline growled as the scent of one shifter came to him.
Aleks.
He fucking touched her. Had his hand around her neck, the scent of her blood lingered intermixed with the infuriating stench of Aleks “Frost” Morozov.
That mother-fucking bear shifter.
Keeping his face pressed along hers, he rubbed slightly, much like his cat would if that were the form he were in, head butting, pushing, scent marking. Settling a hand on the other side of her features, he extended the tips of his razor sharp claws and dragged them down her skin, listening to the uptick in her breathing and her pulse.
Their one night together, he’d found out firsthand how much the light teasing caress of his claws turned her on. He didn’t slow his movement down, continued on until he reached those fucking zip ties marring her skin and sliced through them like they weren’t even there.
“Hello Dianna.”
There it came. The shudder and he knew her limit neared its end. Moving his leg back, he smiled as he picked up on a whimper he knew she didn’t want him to hear. It was nothing but pure lust.