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)
“Why don’t you tell me anything?” Tears prick at my eyes and I wish they didn’t. It’s not fair that I get so damn emotional and he seems completely unaffected.
“Why are you upset?” He motions for me to join him after he lets the spray flow down his hard, tight body. My eyes glance down involuntarily to his thick cock and I close my eyes, wishing this godforsaken heat would leave me. The sight of his naked, wet body makes my core heat. I stifle the moan threatening to rise up my throat.
“You don’t play fair,” I murmur with my eyes still shut. He gives a low chuckle, and it’s followed by the sound of him walking toward me. His large hands gently tug my shirt up and I help him accomplish his task by raising my arms. With a sigh I open my eyes to find a small smile playing at his lips. His silver eyes are full of devotion as he leans down to kiss me chastely. I part my lips and lean into his touch, but he nips my lower lip, causing me to gasp as he pulls back.
“What did I do to upset you?” After a moment of letting his words sink in, I shake off the lustful haze and square my shoulders.
“You don’t tell me anything.” As the words leave me, I realize I sound like a petulant child. I wish I could take them back and start over. It seems I’ve been thinking that far too often recently.
“That’s not true. I answer every question you ask.” His brow furrows in confusion at my statement.
I stop myself from yelling in an effort to have a civilized, adult conversation. “Then whose blood is on your shirt?”
“You don’t need to know that.”
Well, fuck the adult conversation. As I step closer to him, I shout, “This is what I’m talking about, Devin.”
“If I don’t want you to worry about things, then I’m not going to tell you. That’s final.” His voice is even and full of authority. Power radiates around him, but I ignore it as my heart clenches in denial.
“I can’t do this. I can’t be in the dark about things and stay shut away pumping out babies for you.”
His forehead pinches. “Is this about having my pups? Do you not think I’m a good enough mate? That I won’t be a decent father to our children?” His eyes betray the emotionless mask he wears. They’re full of pain and doubt.
I second-guess my conviction at his obvious insecurities.
“I never said that, Devin.” I try to ease some of his hurt before I realize he’s changed subjects. “And that’s not what I’m talking about. You don’t tell me things unless you think I need to know them. Which isn’t fair. I know nothing about all this. It’s even worse because I was led to believe lies before.” My hands wave chaotically in the air and I huff in frustration. “Why the fuck is there blood on your shirt?”
“Why don’t you trust me?” He steps closer to me and I instinctively take a large step back. My back hits the wall, making me jump at the sudden contact. “Are you afraid of me?”
I shake my head and answer evenly and immediately, “You intimidate me, but I know you won’t hurt me.”
He steps closer and gently lifts my chin to kiss me. His forehead rests on mine as he closes his eyes and whispers, “Never. I’ll never hurt you.”
“I really don’t care for being kept in the dark.” His silver eyes open and stare into my own. He seems to be searching for something and I don’t know what. “It makes me feel uncertain and like I can’t control anything.”
He sighs heavily before turning his back to me and getting in the shower again. The water runs down his gorgeous naked body as he says, “I’d prefer for you to trust my judgment, but if you insist …” He sighs again and catches my eyes roaming his body. I can’t help it. He gives me a knowing smirk, which makes me blush. “The blood is from a shifter who came to the offering.” His words ground me.
“What kind of shifter?”
“A wolf. From my old pack.” I stare at him, willing him to explain. After a moment, frustration grips me as I realize he has no intention of telling me any more info. It’s like pulling teeth with him.
“Why was the shifter from your old pack at the offering?” Devin stops shampooing his hair to look at me. His eyes travel down my body and back to meet my gaze. Foamy suds drip in heavy dollops.
“Strip and get in.” He steps under the hot stream of water to rinse. My lips purse at his short command, but I obey. Only because I was going to anyway. At least that’s how I justify it.