Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
I knew when she was fully awake because her body stiffened against mine and she slipped her hand under the furs, no doubt feeling all my creamy cum covering her.
“You motherfucker,” she murmured, her voice still slightly sleepy, but there was no heat behind her words.
I bared my teeth and gave a huff—a chuckle.
The sooner she realized I was a nasty beast for her—only her—the more orgasms I could give her.
Chapter
Twelve
Marcella
Two days. That’s how long I’d been in this cave with Wolf.
He’d watched me like a hawk, following me wherever I went, touching me anytime he was close enough.
And every night he forced me to sleep beside him, would touch me… pet me slowly and gently, stroke me between my legs until I shook and came. He didn’t try to fuck me. And I was shameless in admitting every night when I was on the precipice of going over the edge, I’d almost beg him to put that monster cock inside of me.
I glared at him over the fire as he skinned and prepared a rabbit he’d brought back after he went hunting.
I’d tried escaping then, but I hadn’t gotten more than five minutes from the cave before I heard him roar out. Running had been almost laughable. He’d caught me moments later, tossed me over his shoulder like a bag of laundry, and spanked my ass hard enough I’d stilled from the shock.
So here I was, glaring at his big, furry body as he sat there, oblivious to my annoyance. The scent of copper tinged the air, and I should have been gagging, but the other scent, the one of cooking meat coupled with the sound of it sizzling, had my stomach growling and my mouth watering.
“For you,” he grunted, and tossed a small cloth bag toward me.
I eyed him warily before reaching for it and opening it up. Inside was an assortment of berries and nuts, some I’d never seen before, others I recognized when I picked during my hike.
The polite side of me wanted to thank him, but the annoyed part—which currently was a hell of a lot stronger—had me grinding my teeth together, and instead set the bag aside.
He kept working on the animal, but I could see he watched me intermittently out of the corner of his eye.
“I know you think you’re keeping me,” I said in an even tone. You caught more flies with honey than vinegar, my grandmother always used to say. But I also knew Wolf didn’t give a shit about any of that. He had to be the most stubborn… creature I’d ever met in my life.
“But I’m supposed to meet a boat on Monday. If I’m not there, they’ll come looking for me.”
He didn’t respond as he started opening up the animal with one of his black claws. I held in my gag reflex at the sight of the blood oozing out of the gaping wound. And then he just started pulling out entrails and tossing them aside.
“They won’t find you.” His tone was stoic, as if this was the most pointless conversation he’d ever heard. What a strange thing to realize, given the fact he wasn’t even human, and it wasn’t like he had anything else to do.
Wolf cut off pieces of meat and started cooking them over the fire. And although I knew he liked his raw, he never ate before me after that first time. He waited until I got my fill before he ate.
I hated and loved how that made me feel, how it softened my heart slightly toward him.
But the truth was if I took away the fact he kidnapped me and was holding me hostage—which were pretty big damn cons in his corner—Wolf had only ever taken care of me.
He made me his priority with shelter and warmth and food… and, of course, pleasure.
Nightly, he’d taken me to the pond where we’d wash and he’d all but rip the clothes from me to wash them. He didn’t care that I told him—demanded—he take me back to the cabin, and if he did, I’d have more of a variety.
I stopped bringing it up when he said he’d much rather I go naked.
It had only taken me two days of having to wash in the pond like an animal, and of course, watching him touch himself in the most obscene manner, before I’d quickly gotten over being self-conscious. It was all just skin, right?
And what was the point of caring about that kind of stuff when, in the grand scheme of things, it didn’t matter?
Besides… Wolf was very adamant about touching every inch of my body and giving me at least two orgasms before he let me go to sleep.
He’d slowly remove my clothing, run those big furry paws over every inch of me, growling low and in a way that had my pussy so wet it was embarrassing the effect he had on me. Then there was the whole jerking off like an obscene bastard as he watched me. He got off on being an exhibitionist.