Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79692 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
A second later, I realized I totally got it wrong.
In a blur of movement, he had again pushed me against the wall, taken my hands off my body, and took one pouting nipple into his mouth. This was what he wanted me to be quiet about.
The pleasure was...unimaginable. Indescribable. The Masked Wolf was sucking my nipple, and he was sucking it hard. He was practically a stranger, and he had his mouth on my breast. Was this really happening?
A part of me tried to struggle. This wasn’t right. We didn’t know each other. I had to save my body for my future mate, my consort. I tried to push him away, but he simply responded by sucking harder. My body jerked, my toes curled, and my eyes squeezed shut.
Oh God, God, oh God...it was so good. My hands, which had curled against his chest, started to move on their own accord. By the time I realized what I was doing, I was already gripping his hair, pulling his head towards me. More. I wanted more.
He looked up.
And smiled.
God, that smile. It frustrated me. It turned me on. It confused the heck out of me.
He bent his head again, this time moving to my other breast to suck that nipple. He started soft and gentle and then he started sucking deep and hard. I ended up pulling his head towards me again. I would have completely forgotten the world if not for the thudding sound of a body being thrown to the ground.
My eyes flew open. The Masked Wolf was even swifter to react. In the next moment, he had already rolled my tank top down and pushed me behind his back. Tiptoeing to see over his shoulder, I caught a glimpse of a short wiry man curled on the floor, a few feet away from us.
He was bloody and beaten, and when he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was...us. I stiffened, knowing he could point us out to whoever was attacking him. We could be a distraction for him to save his life.
But he didn’t.
Instead, he looked away, as if not wanting his approaching attackers to even suspect there were other people here.
My heart overflowed with gratitude. What an honorable man! I pulled on the back of The Masked Wolf’s shirt. When he looked at me, I mouthed, We must help him.
He shook his head, mouthing back, This is not our fight.
I almost gasped. How could he say that? He was The Masked Wolf! Of course he had to do something!
But before I could mouth back an answer, someone else had spoken.
“We’re not through with you yet.” The voice was lined with disgust, and when the speaker came into view, my lip turned down. It was none other than Butcher, the leader of the small pack of hyenas that often frequented The Den. Butcher was tall and built like an ox, characteristics that were unusual for his kind and which I suspected the other man didn’t hesitate to use to bully others.
When Butcher kicked the man on the ground, I bit my lip hard. It was the only way to keep me from crying out and rushing in to help him.
“You know the problem with ya birdies? You see and talk too much. You shoulda fucking mind your own shit!”
When Butcher kicked him again, I shook The Masked Wolf. Hard. Several times.
He only shook his head at me. I couldn’t believe it. He was The Masked Wolf! He was stronger than most people! It was therefore his duty to protect the weak! Didn’t he know that?
“Please, please stop,” the man begged, but he only received another kick in response, which crushed the other side of his ribs.
And then it was silent, the bird shifter having passed out in pain. I tasted blood at the sight. My lip had started to bleed. Tears slipped out of my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. Righteous fury set my heart on fire. I had no choice now. My honor was at stake. If The Masked Wolf was not going to do anything, then it was up to me to make those men pay.
“Let’s be done with him,” Butcher said. “Ain’t no one gonna look for him here anyway.”
“Crush him in one?” a third man asked.
Butcher’s grin revealed a mix of yellowed and blackened teeth. “Hell yeah. Been some time since I got myself some brain splatter to grease my boots.”
Ten boots were raised in the air—-
“STOP!” I rushed past The Masked Wolf and forced my way into the circle of hyenas. The evil on their faces sickened me. They were doing this simply for fun, I realized. But why? I just didn’t get it. How could causing others pain be something fun?
Something inside me flamed into life. It was black, terrifying, and powerful, a monster that lived in the depths of my soul, waking only when I was in distress. Like now. I wanted to lash out. I wanted to kill every one of them because they didn’t deserve to live. But I did my best to calm myself down. My father always told me that violence was never the best answer, and it should never be the first answer to any problem either. In times of conflict, a good alpha would always be the first to offer an olive branch. And so I said in a controlled voice, “If you promise not to do this again, I will forget about this.”