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 crawled toward Natalie, loomed over her and nuzzled her neck. She stirred, a smile on her face. Her eyes popped open, and she sat up so abruptly, she almost popped me in the nose with her shoulder.
“Easy, Red.”
Her gaze roamed over me, eyes widening in obvious shock. “You’re healed.”
She reached out to touch me but pulled her fingers back. I grabbed her hand, set it on my chest.
“You’ve known about shifters but didn’t know how we heal?”
“No.” Her hand began to slide over my skin, gently. Almost reverently. “Well, no one told me specifically, but the tipped tractor. You… healed as I watched you run off in your wolf form.”
I closed my eyes to the feel of her fingers. Fuck, just that little brush of her skin on mine lit me up. My wolf practically rolled over and offered her his belly. “I remember that happening. Scared the shit out of myself because I was stuck, but I shifted and scrambled out. I had no idea you’d seen any of it.”
“Scared the shit out of me, too. Then surprised me. I mean, you turned into a wolf. It was a lot for a little girl.”
I slowly shook my head and opened my eyes. “No, Red. You were brave even then. Braver now.”
We looked at each other, just stared as her fingers traced over my torso. “Red,” I whispered. I was hard for her. My wolf was eager. Ready.
This was the moment. Our entire lives brought us here. Me working on the Sheffield land. Natalie being there with her uncle. The secret she’d carried. Her scent that made her mine. The fire.
Everything.
Fate had put us together, and it was time to make it official. Before, I’d wanted it so everyone else knew who she belonged to, that she was mine. Now, I didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought. I wanted to claim Natalie because she was mine.
No, I wanted to claim her because I was hers.
“Rand,” she whispered right back.
“If you’re better, then—”
“—then I want to be yours. Forever. Will you let me claim you because you’ve already claimed my heart. My soul. My wolf.”
Tears filled her eyes and slipped over. Her chin wobbled, and she threw her arms around me, kissed my face. “Yes. Yes!”
I climbed from the bed with her still wrapped around me, carried her to the bathroom and set her on the vanity. Going to the shower, I turned the water on to warm, then helped her from her clothes. I dropped the sooty items onto the floor, then picked her up once more and climbed beneath the hot spray.
“I’m not claiming you covered in dirt and soot.”
“We smell like the biggest campfire in the world.”
She wasn’t wrong.
I grabbed the bar of soap. “The only scent I want on you is mine.”
My attention was on cleaning her. I didn’t miss a spot, taking my time to lather and wash every inch of her. I paid special attention to her hair, washing it with my shampoo and rinsing it free of soap and fire.
When I was done, she took the soap from me and did the same. By the time she was done, I was sensitive from her touch, needy for more. My dick was so hard it ached. My balls were full, so full for her. To fill her, to make her mine in the most binding of ways. I wanted to see her pregnant with my pup, to know our love overflowed and made new life.
We hadn’t talked about that. I wasn’t ready for a child. Hell, I was too selfish to share Natalie with anyone else, even a baby. Soon though. When she was ready.
I took the soap from her, set it back on the shelf built into the tiled wall. Cupping her face, I kissed her. Finally. I didn’t linger but kissed down her neck, along her collarbone, over one breast to the other, before dropping to my knees. Her pussy was right there, bare and pink and when I took a deep breath, I knew she was wet.
I glanced up at her, and she was watching me. Her fingers tangled in my wet hair. I didn’t say anything, just lifted her leg over my shoulder to open her up for me.
Then found my home. Put my mouth on it. Got her sweet flavor on my tongue. My mouth. My chin.
“Rand,” she cried.
The prettiest sound in the entire world.
I wasn’t going to torture her. No. She was a good girl, my girl, and I needed to please her. Needed to give her an orgasm with my mouth and fingers to take away last night as much as the soap and hot water.
She’d never lose me again.
I worked her pussy with my fingers and my mouth to show her this devotion. This need I had. It would never stop.