Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“You’ve bonded…we have not,” I tell him bluntly, unable to contain a tinge of concern in my tone. He curses under his breath before conceding.
“You take her ass and I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
I shake off every apprehension as soon as I’m out of that office and head straight toward that sweet scent. My dick is so hard I leak precum before I even open the door. I can’t wait to have her lick it off and clean me up before I get dirty again. The thought makes my dick jump. I stroke it once and try to gather my composure.
If I didn’t keep myself in check, I’d hurt her. I know I would. It’s the only reason I had to keep an eye on Owen as he took her. He doesn’t care that she’s human and that’s going to get her hurt. She can’t handle us. I’m just waiting for that horrific moment when one of us takes it too far. The very thought makes my heartbeat slow and my hands go numb. I shake them out and get my shit together. Ready to please my mate.
As soon as I see her I know something’s wrong. She’s lying on the bed but gripping the sheets. The covers have been kicked all the way to the bottom of the bed. Her eyes are closed tight and she’s panting like she’s just had a tiring run through the woods. Her legs are closed, knees bent, and she rocks them back and forth. I silently close the door behind me and stalk over to her. She’s fighting her heat? A strangled moan is barely audible. I want to reach out and touch her, but I’m afraid I’ll startle her too much. She’s not even close to being coherent.
I lick my lips before quietly asking, “You all right, sugar?” Her eyes pop open and she grips the sheets tighter, digging her nails into the bed.
“I’m fine.” Her nostrils flare as she answers at me through clenched teeth.
“You don’t look fine. You look like you may need me? You want—” I gently place my hand on her stomach, ready to rub that little nub of hers and get her off to give her some relief. Although she needs me inside her before her heat will calm, her hand flies down, smacking me away as she jackknifes off the bed.
“Fuck you! I won’t beg you for anything!” The look she’s giving me would make a lesser wolf cower. Who said anything about begging? At first I’m confused and then I remember that shit I said when we were back in the woods. Fucking hell.
After running a hand down my face, I stare back at her and watch her anger slip as her heat takes possession of her again. She falls against the mattress with her fists closed tightly and lays on her side in the fetal position. She’s got to be in pain. The sight of her makes my wolf whine in agony.
“I don’t want you to beg me sugar, just let—”
She cuts me off. “Owen! I want Owen!” The breath leaves my lungs and my legs nearly give out. My heart stills and my wolf cowers in shame. My mate denied me. A numbness takes over my body as an emptiness fills my chest. She’s in need. But she won’t let me please her. Have I hurt her that bad? I open my mouth, but no words come out. Instead I swallow and give myself a moment. Clenching and unclenching my fists. I’ve never felt so powerless in my life. She moans, but not in pleasure, she’s in pain.
I feel tears prick and that’s not going to fucking happen. I’m an Alpha. I’m not going to cry. I’m sure as fuck not going to let her see how weak I am. She will never love me then if she sees how vulnerable I am to her emotions toward me. Instead I nod, not that she sees, and turn on my heels to leave. Forcing myself to leave her.
Pain tears through me when I open the door.
Owen’s standing right fucking there. I know he heard everything. He looks torn up. He looks exactly how I feel. It pisses me off; she didn’t do that shit to him. She fucking asked for him. He has no right to look at me like that.
I snarl as I pass him, avoiding this shit and the possibility that he would see me like this. I hear him open the door as I slam the bathroom door open. Fuck! The damn thing comes off its hinges and blocks my way to the sink. I kick it, splintering the wood. I grab a piece and throw it against the wall, growling as it cracks the drywall and smashes against the tiled floor. Adrenaline courses through my veins, fueling my anger.