Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
“We can build on whatever you’d like,” Vince agrees easily, his gaze moving to my bra that I quickly undo and toss in his direction.
“You’re insatiable,” he comments and I ignore it, other than to smirk. I’m not usually, but him … inwardly I remind myself that vampires are not susceptible to the “heat” of a mate’s desire. Yet … I feel this unyielding pull.
“I’d like you to tell me everything about this pack.” In another quick movement, one I’m not certain Vince can even register, I rid myself of my lace garter and panties, leaving myself bared to him. “The coven knows very little … other than the basics filed with the Authority.”
Vince grins back at me. “About your pack, you mean.”
My grip tightens on the armrest. I am his mate. There’s a fluttering in my heart that wasn’t there before.
Cocking my brow, I correct myself. “Yes, my big bad wolf.” I spread my legs, exposing my cunt to him and with a single finger I motion him to come to me. “Let me come on your tongue first and then you’ll tell me everything about my pack.”
His asymmetric grin does something awful to me. It pulls something from deep within and heats my body from head to toe all at once. As he crawls to me, his hulking shoulders flexing and his silver gaze never leaving mine, I feel more vulnerable now than I can ever remember.
His touch is hot as his hand grips the inside of my calves, spreading my legs wider for his broad shoulders. In between kisses up my leg to my inner thigh he tells me, “I’ll get you off.”
Kiss. “And then tell you about our pack.” Kiss. “Our history.” Kiss. “The claiming that will happen tomorrow.” Kiss. “And anything else you want to know.”
My fingers splay through his hair as my head falls back and his lips find my clit. He sucks gently and then his large hands take possession of my hips, pulling me closer to him. My legs wrap around his shoulders as I lean back, getting lost in his touch.
He pulls back, staring at my slick folds, and whispers, “We only have one night together, and then we have forever.”
Forever. My heart stirs in a way it’s not meant to at the word. Before it can take command of my thoughts, Vince devours me and delivers me pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
Grace
Impatience is my sole companion as I stare at the bedroom door, waiting on Devin. We need to talk. I’m still coming to terms with everything that’s happened and I’m sure as hell not ready to be a mother.
Pups? Do I give birth to a wolf? I’m on the verge of a nervous breakdown as I pace the length of Devin’s massive bed. My only identity is his mate. That’s who I am. He’s taken control of everything and left me with only his plans for our future. I feel backed into a corner and yet I keep thinking if only he didn’t leave me alone with my thoughts, I’d be fine. I know deep down I can trust him and I’m very aware that I love him with every part of my being. But the idea of submitting and not knowing what his plans are … it puts me on edge in a way I’m certain changes my life. I don’t want to be a baby factory and that seems to be exactly what Devin’s plan entails.
It’s too much. Too soon.
The door creaks open and I turn stiffly to see Devin. The sight of him causes me to take in a sharp inhale; his shirt is stretched tight across his broad shoulders and it’s covered with blood. His stern expression softens as I run to him with concern.
“Devin.” I can barely do anything but whisper his name. “Are you—” He takes my hands in his, keeping me from reaching out to him.
“Don’t touch, sweetheart.” He gives me a small smile, seemingly pleased with my worried expression. The worry is all-consuming. “I’m all right.”
“What happened?” I clasp my hands together in front of me to prevent myself from running my hands over his body in search of the wound. All the while my heart races.
“It’s not mine.” I take a hesitant step back.
“Don’t worry. Everything’s taken care of,” he says, his tone casual as he walks past me to enter the bathroom, stripping down as he goes. I’m left speechless at the door.
I’m stunned only for a moment before anger creeps in.
This is exactly what I’m talking about. I need to know what the hell’s going on and Devin doesn’t tell me a damn thing. Gritting my teeth, I stalk after him and shove the already cracked door open. It bangs against the wall, which gets Devin’s attention as he steps into the shower. Good. He glances back and raises his brows, but continues to walk into the stall.