Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
As I take her in, I’m now thinking about fisting the length of her silky brown hair while she takes my cock. My mark. My knot.
My cock aches at the notion.
“What now?” she asks in a small, timid voice, not making eye contact.
She’s sensing the shifting mood in the air, too.
“Yet another curveball thrown by fate,” I say, advancing.
She’d back up further if she wasn’t already against a concrete wall.
“Huh?” she tries to shrink further.
“I smell your true scent.”
“I figured,” she whispers, like it’s the worst thing in the world.
Her chin trembles.
I shake my head. “Not just that you’re a wolf shifter, I can smell you. You.”
Tiny lines appear over the bridge of her nose.
“Me?”
“Yeah,” I breathe, the toes of my shoes meeting her small, bare feet. “I smell you, your inner wolf. I smell who you really are and more importantly, who you are to me.”
I reach out and she flinches as I fist that hair gently. It’s even silkier than it looks. I use it to tip her head so that she’s looking at my face.
“What’s your name?” I demand, staring deep into her eyes.
Now I don’t just smell her fear, I taste it on my tongue. I taste how wrong it is. My mate shouldn’t fear me.
Fuck, she’s not just pretty. She’s beautiful. The depth in her brandy-colored eyes has me in a chokehold.
“I can’t tell you anything,” she says and fuck, but her mouth is luscious, too.
“You need to tell me,” I manage, jeans feeling snugger in the crotch. So snug, they just might split.
“Why?” she asks, eyes pivoting away from my face.
“Because you’re mine.”
“I’m…” The frown lines deepen, and her eyes connect with mine again.
I can’t wait to press my body against hers, to touch her naked flesh. To sink inside, watching her eyes as I do. To give her the mate mark, give her my knot, my seed. Fuck, my cock is so painfully hard.
“You’re meant to be mine. And that’s what you’re about to become. So that said, it’s important you tell me everything. Now.”
I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her tight to me. Yes. This.
“I’m Greyson Blackwood,” I say. “I’ll be your protector, the one you’ll fall asleep with and wake up to for the rest of your days.”
Her eyes flash with shock.
“I’ll give you pups, shelter, feed, and care for you. I’ll also make sure I make you feel good all over every single day for the rest of your life. Tell me your name.”
Her mouth drops open, but she doesn’t say anything.
I continue, “Me and our pack will be your circle, we’ll love you and make sure you have a good life. You’ll love us and contribute to making sure we’re all having a good life, too. This is a large pack, but every member matters.”
Her large eyes grow even wider.
“What?” she whispers.
I watch her pupils dilate and half-expect arousal to hit my nose.
I only smell fear. Her body is trembling.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” I command. “Let’s go.” I grab her hand and pull her out of the cell.
My senses have sharpened. I feel her heartbeat. I smell everything about her. Her shampoo. Her soap. My gums throb right now, and I know it’s because my wolf wants to taste her, mark her. Find out what her arousal smells like. There’s buzzing in my blood, as if it’s carbonating. I need her home. Now.
“But…” she starts, but lets it hang.
“I’ll get the answers I need. And give you whatever answers you need. After I claim you.”
“Wh-what?”
“After I knot and mark you, you’ll tell me everything.”
“Wait. What?”
She’s confused. Adorably so.
We climb the stairs.
“I think… either you’re joking, or you’re trying to trick me,” she states.
“Neither,” I deny.
“I was sent here to kill the black wolf with the green eyes. To get information, to weaken your pack. Not to be your...” She lets that hang.
“Like I said, yet another of fate’s curveballs.” I pull her along with me heading for the exit.
“But…” I see her staring into the library with wide eyes.
“Those curveballs have been bouncing around a lot here lately. It’ll work out. Let’s go, Lily.”
“My name isn’t Lily.”
“What is it?”
She shakes her head.
I see Linc and Joel and my body goes rigid.
“Out of my way,” I order, feeling hostility. Because they’re blocking the door and looking like they want to stop me.
This is not typical. Me being hostile. But that’s how it goes, so they say, and I can see why. They’re in my way. I need to get her home and claim her. They’re blocking my exit. They stand between me and my bed.
They’re alphas. They’re threats.
No. My brain halts. Not threats. My pack council co-alphas. My brothers by fate if not by blood. But they’re in my way.
“Greyson?” Joel calls out. “She shot Ty. She’s gotta be who poisoned Gus, Cade, and Lor. You know what you’re doing here, bro? You sure about this?”