Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 112001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 112001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 560(@200wpm)___ 448(@250wpm)___ 373(@300wpm)
I got you, he told her as he restarted the kissing.
Swallowing her moans, he was beyond ready for what was coming next, the penetration, the pumping, the orgasm when he came inside of—
This is not real.
The conviction slammed into him with the impact of a physical assault, and he broke off their mouths to glance around for a flesh-and-blood intruder. There was none.
Daniel? Don’t stop.
As his wolven’s voice resonated in his ear, it all felt real… yet the nagging sense that reality had morphed on him somehow persisted. To try and ground himself, he noted that everything in the bedroom was where it was supposed to be, the bureaus, mirror, and pictures in the same places, the windows that looked over the back meadow in the correct position, the door to the marble bathroom partially open and letting a little light in, as it always did when they went to sleep.
There was just one thing that made him uneasy. Down on the floor, right by the bed, there was a pile of his clothes: a shirt, a sweatshirt, a jacket. Vaguely, he remembered taking them off—but no. Someone else had removed them from his upper body. Someones, actually—
Please don’t stop, Daniel…
He refocused on his female, and told himself that he needed to chill. Why the hell was he ruining this chance to be with her properly? Especially when he didn’t know when it would come again—
Daniel, she said as she stroked the flop of his hair back from his face. Oh, God… I need you. I ache.
I know, he told her. And I’m going to take care of you so good.
Back when he’d rolled over on top of her, he’d had plans to make them both wait. It had been so fucking long, too long, and he wanted it to be perfect, this reunion. Finally, after all these months, he was going to—
Why was his hair in his eyes?
Daniel, now. Please. I just want to feel you inside.
Fuck, yes, he forced himself to respond. I’ma make it good for you.
Kicking all the weird thinking away, he leaned on one elbow, and reached down to his hips. It was the most natural thing in the world, to go for his cock so he could get it positioned right for the thrust in—
The moment the thick, hard length hit his palm, he halted.
Daniel… she choked out. I’ve missed you—
Don’t cry, I’m right here…
No, this was not right at all, he thought with despair as a tear rolled down her cheek and onto the white pillow underneath her head.
Where have you been? she asked.
I don’t know…
Straining his neck, he looked down between them again, seeing her breasts with their tight tips, and her belly, and her graceful hips.
And in his hand, an erection that he knew didn’t make sense—
Make me yours, Lydia said through her tears. I’ve missed you.
A sense of impending doom made his body shake: He was running out of time. If he wanted to be with her, he had to move fast.
I love you, he told her.
Bringing the head of his—
* * *
Daniel didn’t so much wake up as he was kicked out of the dream, and sure as if someone had nailed him in the back of the skull with a size twelve, his torso shot up to the vertical. Panting like he’d been racing from an assailant, he glanced around the dim contours of the bedroom. Then he threw his hand out to the space beside him on the bed.
Lydia wasn’t next to him. And through the crack left open by the door into the bath, he could see that she wasn’t in there, either.
Just as he was getting a proper flip-out on, he saw the note on the bedside table. Grabbing for it, he read her precise cursive handwriting twice. The mountain. She loved him—and she had gone to the mountain.
Just as he had asked her to.
“Fucking hell.”
But what choice did they have? Phalen had checked in, just as she’d promised, and nothing forensic had been found inside Gus’s condo: No human hairs of note. No fingerprints. No mistakes. Except he’d already known that was going to be the result: A human hadn’t done the abduction. And neither had a vampire or a wolven, for that matter. It was one of those fucking cyborgs.
And just their luck, the Tesla in the garage hadn’t been spying on its surroundings. As for the development’s security cameras that were located in the common area in the center? They had to be hacked into and that was going to take time—but he wouldn’t be shocked if they, too, came up with a big, fat goose egg.
Rubbing his eyes, he worried about sending Lydia up that mountain. She wouldn’t be alone, though. At least her kind would watch over her. Even though she was, as she termed it, a half-breed, she was embraced among the wolves who lived on the preserve as one of their own.