Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
There was no way it could be that painful. She doubted he would even notice. There was no point in telling him and destroying the moment. It would only complicate matters, especially if it didn’t hurt.
She felt the hard ridge of his cock as he pressed between her slit. He bumped her clit, and then slowly slid down until he was poised at her entrance.
Nothing to be nervous about.
You’re just enjoying something you’ve been wanting for a long time.
A very long time.
With Wolfe.
Only with him.
The pain took her by surprise.
Wolfe wasn’t small, not that she ever believed he would be. He was long, rock hard, and wide. Thrusting inside her, tearing through the thin flesh of her virginity, and shocking her by the piercing pain that filled her body.
A moan slipped from her lips. It was terrifying.
She clenched her hands into fists, digging her nails into the palms of her hands and trying to ward off the tears that threatened to spill out. This wasn’t fair.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Amelia,” he said.
Wolfe had no clue. No clue at all that she was a virgin. It hadn’t even registered with him that she was in pain. He pulled out and then slammed in deeper, and this time, he got higher within her, but the pain didn’t lessen.
A whimper escaped her, and this time, she felt him tense.
“Amelia?” he asked.
He was blurry as she stared at him. “It’s fine.”
“I’m hurting you.”
“It’s fine. Please. A woman’s first time is always supposed to hurt.”
“A woman’s first time?”
It was like her words put an icy shot across them. Within seconds, he was out of her and sitting on the edge of the bed.
There was still pain. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, so she didn’t understand why he was behaving that way. Amelia sat up, wiping at her cheeks as the tears fell.
This is a disaster.
You’re probably the worst fuck he’s ever had.
She hated herself at that moment.
“You’ve never been with a man before?” Wolfe asked.
She shook her head and realized he wasn’t even looking at her.
“No,” she said. Why was her voice croaky? She hadn’t been screaming, had she? No, she hadn’t been screaming.
“How?” he asked.
“Huh?”
“How have you not fucked? You’re twenty-five years old. You’ve reached maturity for seven years, Amelia. A wolf has needs.”
She frowned. “Are you pissed that I haven’t slept around the pack?”
“I … I had no idea you were a … virgin.”
The way he said virgin was as if he was disgusted with her. For a few seconds, she had no idea what to do or what to say. She hadn’t expected him to be disgusted with her for being a virgin, far from it. Amelia stared at him, a little taken aback.
He was pissed with her.
What the hell should she do?
This was not how she saw her first time.
Scrambling off the bed, she glanced down at her nakedness, and as she did, she caught sight of the blood on the bed. Her virginity was gone. Done with.
Her robe was on the corner of her bed, and she grabbed it quickly, wrapping herself up in it for protection. “I think you should go,” she said. She’d deal with the bed.
Wolfe stood and turned toward her.
She wouldn’t look at his dick. Instead, she looked at his face. He frowned, a lot, and looked almost violent.
“Amelia…”
“I know that many pack members are with each other all the time. The whole full moon, and the fact we all just want to fuck and lie together in one big pile, or whatever, but I’m not like that. I wasn’t waiting for the right man, and I wasn’t trying to remain a virgin for fun.” She gritted her teeth, hating herself for having to explain. “You should go.”
“If I’d known…”
“You’d what? Done it differently? Never touched me? What is so disgusting about me being a virgin, or was a virgin? It’s past tense now.” She ended up pointing at the evidence of what they’d done.
There was no way they could do more. She couldn’t handle that … not now.
“I would have done it differently.”
“Please, leave,” she said.
She didn’t look at him as he stood there, staring at her. This was her first time and he’d been grossed out by her.
Over the years, she’d been called many names and made fun of. She’d gone through a lot of shit to get to where she was now, but no one had ever made her feel as if she was disgusting. That hurt so damn much.
Wolfe moved slowly, grabbing his pants and pulling them on, followed by his shirt, and then he went for his leather jacket. He took a step toward her, and when he went to touch her, she flinched away. He stopped, hand clenched, and then stepped back.
Amelia listened to him as he left her apartment.
The tears she had been fighting with to keep them at bay released, and then they turned into full-grown sobs. She ran toward her front door and flicked the lock into place. The threat of the hunters was still there, and being far away from the rest of the pack, she had to keep safe, somehow.