Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 61602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
I understood why it was so easy for him to pick me up and carry me like I weighed nothing. He was a shifter. I knew. He knew. I wanted to ask him a million questions about being a wolf, but it was a secret I wasn’t supposed to know.
Uncle Adam had sworn me to secrecy. He’d even implied that if the pack knew that we knew, we’d be in danger. I didn’t think Rand would hurt me, but I was an outsider, even though I lived next door to the pack and had kept their secret more than half my life.
“This was my grandparents’ cabin,” he said as he carried me up the steps to the tiny front porch then inside. There was a rocking chair, and I imagined Rand sitting in it as the sun set. “It’s tiny but all mine. I inherited it, like you with your place.”
It was small in square footage but not in stature. The A-frame was made out of solid logs, the beamed ceilings were higher than I would’ve thought would be normal for the time it was built. There was a large sleeping loft and one bedroom and a small but adequate kitchen.
It was cozy and charming. Exactly the place I’d want to be snowed in for the winter. With Rand, of course.
But I couldn’t be thinking that way. This thing with Rand was a one-time deal. I was going to get it out of my system and wish him well finding his she-wolf partner or whatever they called one.
He carried me into the bedroom and dropped me on the bed, immediately peeling off his shirt and tossing it away.
Okay, maybe a two or three-time deal. Based on his strength, he’d probably have the stamina to go all night long.
This guy was hotter than all the Magic Mike guys put together with sculpted shoulders, pecs and abs and that generous smile. Even after him eating me out on my bed and then fingering me in the parking lot, I hadn’t seen him stripped down.
I unbuttoned my jean skirt, which felt far too rough on my bare ass without the panties and shimmied out of it.
Rand’s eyes glinted a lighter ice-blue—almost silver. His wolf was showing.
God, it turned me on. Knowing he was something so magical and different made him fifty times more exciting than the average guy. Maybe one hundred.
He growled, crawling over me, making the bed dip on the way.
“Uh uh.” I held up a hand. “I want to see everything.” I drew a line with my finger up and down the center of his body. The soft hair on his chest tapered in a V to his navel, then to a thin line that disappeared beneath his jeans.
He grinned.”Don’t worry, Red. I’m gonna give you everything tonight. I told you earlier, that was just a warmup.”
My pussy clenched at the warning.
I pulled off my blouse—the one that had made my boobs look great and was good for tips—and tossed it on the floor.
Rand hadn’t moved. He seemed frozen, watching me with that animalistic glint in his eyes. A low growl sounded in his throat. Definitely not a human sound.
The hairs on my arms stood up, but my pussy clenched again, hard.
All I had on was my bra. He was behind.
“Off,” I choked out, pointing to his jeans and trying to sound normal, even though my heart raced a mile a minute. I should have been sated by that incredible orgasm at Cody’s. He was right, it had only gotten me warmed up and wanting more.
He moved in slow motion, never taking his eyes off me. He flicked open the button on his jeans then unzipped them. “Take that bra off,” he rasped, his voice deeper than normal.
I swallowed. I loved his bossy tone. So sexy. Especially in bed.
“You first,” I whispered, eyeing the V of his lower abdominals that descended into his jeans.
The jeans and boxer briefs disappeared in a flash—faster than I would’ve thought possible, and then he pounced, landing over me with a bounce of the bed. He straddled me, looming over my body on his hands and knees, his thick member brushing my inner thigh. He bent his head and captured the front of my bra in his teeth. “I said, off.”
“Don’t rip this, too,” I laughed and caught his head, burrowing my fingers in his hair and guiding his mouth to my left nipple.
He growled, bathing the puckered peak with his tongue before sucking it deeply into his mouth through the material.
I gasped at the answering tug between my legs. Before I even knew what I was doing, I wrapped them around his back and pulled him into the cradle of my thighs.
He groaned and shuddered, his teeth grazing my nipple before he pulled sharply back. “Fuck, Natalie. You keep that up, and I’m going to forget to be gentle with you.”