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)
Pain seared through her but she didn’t care. This wasn’t his fault.
“No,” she rasped. “You don’t get to take the blame for this.”
Stormy eyes locked on her and she read the refusal to accept her statement there.
“Lay with me.” Tugging on his arm, she didn’t attempt to hide the yawn.
“Have to keep you safe.” A sharp perfunctory shake of his head.
Without a word, she gave one more tug and allowed a whimper to slip through her lips. Shitty? Perhaps but she wanted to have his heat and strength around him.
He held her gaze and used two fingers to deftly undo the button on his jeans. Heat surged through her, pushing back every ache and pain that owned her. Her breathing hastened and got shallow.
Jeremy pushed his jeans over his hips and she didn’t even try to stop the whimper this time. He was commando and his cock jutted out from a thatch of dark blond hair, long, thick, and hard. Stepping closer, he fisted his length and stroked it twice. He sank to his knees, and she squeezed her eyes shut as he brushed his lips over her forehead while he climbed in the pile of furs behind her.
Naked.
She lay naked in a bed of furs with the man who knew how to work her body like it was his own personal instrument, to sore to take advantage. Still, it was heaven that she had his hard body curled around her. Skin to skin, his heat pushed into her as he held her tight.
Her heart did this small pattering bit when he nuzzled into her neck. His large hand sprawled along her torso and while she knew it foolish, she believed it felt like a warm pulsing heat pushed through her and made her feel better.
“I’m okay, Jeremy.”
His entire body tensed. She inched backward, embracing—possibly enjoying—the press of his hardness against her ass.
The faintest brush of his claws pulled along her skin and her body, broken and bruised though it was, responded.
Chapter 8
She was aroused. He could smell her incredible and heady scent. His cat wanted to claim her. Bite her. Mark her. Claim her.
Lips to the soft skin where her neck met the shoulder, he continued to hold her as gently as he could.
“You know you’re mine, Dianna. I’m never letting you go.”
Jeremy waited for her to say something. Deny it. Argue with him.
“Dianna?”
“I know.” Her hand stroked softly along his arm.
He skimmed his hand up to cup a breast. “And you’re not going to fight me on this?”
She sighed heavily. “I’m a lot of things, Jeremy Ruscino. But stupid isn’t one of them. I watched this happen to my friends.”
Dianna shifted in his arms and he helped her roll toward him. A blessing and a curse. Blessing because his cock fit directly against her and god damn it, it was a curse for the same reason.
“I saw Lando stake his claim on Selena. Keenan to Jo and Femi with Emily. While I didn’t witness it, I’d assume that Ziggs was the same with CC.”
He put his forehead on hers, skimming his hand around her body, cognizant of her soreness to cup her ass.
“And you’re okay with that.”
He made it a statement because honestly, she didn’t have a choice. She was his. He was hers.
“Not even close.” A rough laugh.
Jeremy snarled at her response, cat right there with him in displeasure.
“Better come to terms with it baby because it’s happening. Trust me, it’s fucking happening. The only reason I’m not balls deep in this pussy right now is because of what you went through. Come morning, after you rest for the night, that changes. I will claim you. I will fuck you until the only word out of your mouth is my name.”
Her mewl was fire to his blood.
Tight nipples were pressed tight to his chest. He slipped his hand down the back of her thigh and pulled her leg up over his hip. The move rubbed her slit against his hard cock. He flexed his hips, dragging his length through her wetness.
Somewhere, he knew he needed to stop this. She wasn’t in any shape physically for what he longed to do to her. But, his cat wasn’t giving up and dug in, refusing to pull back. His gums burned from the struggle to keep his fangs contained. “Oh,” she said, her voice vibrating with a need that rivaled his own. “I’ve come to terms with it but you better as well. I’m not giving up my job, nor am I going to sit back and let you do everything that may be remotely dangerous.”
He stiffened as her words sank in.
“Your job is what ended you here in this situation.” His body stilled against hers. Licking his lips, he tilted his head to the left and regarded the woman he could see easily courtesy of the flickering firelight.