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)
Wave after wave of intense pleasure hits me, each greater than the last as they continue to use my body, claiming it as theirs, thrusting ruthlessly, taking their pleasure from me. It feels like an endless orgasm shocking my numb body over and over again. Time loses all meaning as my orgasms flow together. At last they finally find their release, each buried to the hilt inside of me. I drift off as they each kiss me, their touch warm on my lips, my neck and my shoulders, whispering soft words of love and devotion.
Grace
I can’t help but to compliment her. “Your car is really nice.”
In reality, I fucking love Veronica’s car. It’s an Aston Martin. Holy shit, I’m riding in an Aston Martin. I’m freaking the hell out! But not on the surface. Nope. Staying cool and calm and collected. Even though she can probably hear my heart racing with excitement.
“I fucking love your car!” Lizzie offers no pretense, bursting at the seams with excitement. It’s the first time I’ve seen her genuinely smile since we got here. Her schoolgirl level of enthusiasm makes my lips kick up into a grin. It’s contagious. The two of us are in the back with Vince riding shotgun. And of course Veronica’s driving. My fingers run along the expensive leather and I take in every little detail.
She’s loaded. Is every shifter dripping in wealth?
Her gaze meets mine in the rearview.
“It’s pretty fucking awesome.” I cave. At least I’m not drooling.
Veronica gives us a small, knowing smirk and says, “It’s a guilty pleasure.” Her eyebrows raise as Lizzie sucks on her drink. “Don’t you dare spill that in my car.”
Lizzie shrinks back slightly but doesn’t lose her smile. “I won’t, Veronica.” She drawls out her name and adds, “Can I call you V?”
“V?” The smooth skin on her forehead pinches.
“Yeah. V for vampire and Veronica.” Lizzie’s simple explanation has Veronica grinning broadly with those damn fangs on full display. I suppress my shiver and keep telling myself it’s just fine she’s a vampire. As Devin insisted this morning, she’s part of our pack now.
“Call me whatever you want, little wolf.” She slaps at Vince’s hand as he tries to change the station on the radio. Her admonishment earns her a wolfish grin from her mate.
Lizzie starts mouthing the words to the song before going back to her favorite pastime: sucking down her iced coffee. I desperately need to talk to her in private, but I just can’t wait any longer.
“You seem happier now than you were earlier.” She takes another sip and nods.
“I’m feeling a lot better.” She looks toward the front seat at Vince before making eye contact again. “It’s just a lot to happen at once.” Her words are soft, but the twinkle in her eyes is still present.
“So you’re a werewolf?” It’s odd that I still think of her as the same Lizzie. My bubbly partner in crime, yet there’s a side of her I didn’t know existed.
“Sort of.” She twists the hem of her shirt between her fingers. She keeps her voice low, and thankfully Vince and Veronica don’t pry although I’m sure they can hear. “I’ve never shifted or been a part of a pack that I can remember.” She breathes in deep while her lips pull down. “What I do remember I’d rather forget.”
“I can’t believe you never told me.” I take her hand in mine.
She shakes her head and squeezes my hand tight. “I never would have. I’ve never thought of myself as a wolf.” She squirms uncomfortably in her seat and glances at Vince again before adding, “I felt her, though.” Her eyes light up and she holds back her smile. “It’s been years, way before I met you. But she’s back.”
“How do you feel her?” It’s shocking; exhilarating. All of it is overwhelming and I can’t help but to want more. “I want to understand.”
“I just can. It was only for a second and then she vanished. I don’t know how to control her.” She sucks the straw back into her mouth.
“That’s good that your wolf is coming back, Lizzie,” Vince states simply and nods. Then he smirks and teasingly adds, “She must’ve found something she liked.” Veronica smacks Vince on the chest. “What?” he asks in that voice a kid uses when they’ve been caught stealing cookies.
“You know what.” Her eyes find mine in the rearview. “So, where are we going first?”
“Pharmacy, please?”
“You got it, Alpha.” I blush at her comment. My eyes dart to Vince to see his response, but he doesn’t give anything away. His hand brushes along Veronica’s thigh as he lifts up her skirt.
She gives him a side-eye. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I want to see if you’ve still got that garter on.”
“I took it off. No panties either this go-around.”