Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Say what?” I realize I have my hands on his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh. I go to pull them away when I hear the low warning growl leave him.
“Keep them there.”
God, his voice is so rough, so distorted from his wolf.
“What are we doing?” I whisper.
“What we should have done years ago.” He looks at my lips and I can’t help but lick them, feeling them tingle from the kiss. “Isn’t that right?”
I swallow, not sure if I can actually say those words even though I feel them to my very core.
“We should have done this years ago, Wyatt?” I bounce the question back at him, looking into his face, his mouth still so close to mine. I want him to kiss me again, but things are moving so fast, my mind a whirl. I’ve wanted this for so long, yet when it’s right here in front of me all I can think about is all the what ifs.
How will his pack react?
Will Wyatt be with me until he finds his mate?
And then what?
I’ll be left standing here with a broken heart.
“What are we really doing here?”
“Well,” he says deeply. “I’m going after something I really want.” He becomes serious, and then this low growl leaves him.
It is then there is no doubt in my mind that being with Wyatt will be the start of something intense, powerful, and will have him going deeper than I ever thought possible.
I can see the flash of his animal behind his eyes, the way his pupils dilate, and the fact this energy moves out of him like a blast of frigid air.
He steps closer to me, his chest touching mine as I gaze up at him. My heart pounds, my breathing picks up as I inhale his scent, so wild and untamed—exactly what I want, what I’ve always wanted.
The wolf shifter I’ve loved for longer than I want to even admit is standing before me offering me my fantasy.
“This attraction, this connection we have, whatever you want to call it … it’s fucking real, Kendi.” He lifts his hand and smooths his finger over my bottom lip. I shiver in response. “And all you have to do is give yourself over to me fully. Be mine, baby.”
“Be yours,” I whisper.
He makes another low, animalistic sound again. “Be ours.”
I know he’s talking about his wolf, and I feel myself becoming wetter.
“I want you,” he says, his gaze on my lips. “My wolf wants you.”
I find myself closing my eyes as pleasure washes through me. What I feel right now is so powerful, I feel it coat me like thick honey.
I sway slightly at the fact this powerful, massive male wants me. But is it enough to have him in my bed and not in my life permanently?
“My mate,” he growls out.
One word that means so much to a shifter.
I feel my eyes widen as he says that, and then his lips are back on mine. He pulls back only long enough to run his mouth along my jawline, and finally stops by the shell of my ear. “That’s right, Kendi. My mate. Mine. And I know the mating pull is there for you as well, because I can smell your need.” He inhales deeply, this rough sound leaving him, the vibrations moving through my body.
The fact he scents my arousal turns me on so damn much.
“Kendra,” he whispers gruffly.
I close my eyes at the way he says my name. “You never said anything,” I finally find the strength to say.
“A regret I’ll live with for the rest of my life.” He pulls back, his mouth close to mine again, his gaze locked on mine. “I could sense how much you needed your freedom, but I also knew, deep down, that you’d be back. And if not, then I’d find you, Kendi. I’d find you and make you see that you are mine.” His hands gently cup the sides of my neck, his thumbs moving back and forth in a claiming way. “And I waited for you, this whole time. I waited until you came back to me because that’s all I could do, Kendi.”
I can’t breathe as his words slam into me.
“But you’re my mate, and I’m not about to just let that go. I’m not about to let you go again.”
It was as if everything had come together now, full-circle.
I swallow as I feel his erection press against my stomach. Even through the material of his jeans, I can feel how big and thick he is. He’s got a lockdown on his emotions, so reading him is hard, something that I desperately wish I could do in this moment.
“Tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, mate.”
Our breathing mingles, his mouth so close to mine that if I lean up just an inch we will be kissing once more.