Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Mom starts to cry and rises to her feet. I also stand and rush over to her. She hugs me, squeezing me tight. I inhale her familiar scent, trying desperately not to lose it as well.
“You’re my baby,” Mom croons. “You always will be. I love you. I love all of you.”
Dad joins the hug and then my siblings are there too.
Everything’s going to be okay.
“This way,” Dad says, urging me to follow him out of the gate.
After our family discussion, Mom went back to the kids while Ronan and Raegan went to my cabin to wait for me. Me and Dad are going to deal with Logan’s body.
As we make our trek, following the blood trail, relief floods through me. I wish I’d hunted him down when he found us months ago in the woods, but knowing he’s gone for good now is enough to satisfy me.
I fall into step beside Dad and take in the gory sight before me. Logan’s arms are completely gone and something seems to have made a feast of his organs. Intestines have been dragged away several feet from his body.
“Something got what was left of him,” Dad says with a grunt. “If you ask me, it was too easy of a death.”
I agree wholeheartedly.
“Where are we taking him?” I ask, fixating on the fact Logan’s cock is gone. “Over the cliff and into the river?”
Dad shakes his head. “No. I don’t want your brother ever running up on him. I want the corpse far away from here.” He points west. “There’s a drop-off a couple miles that way, beyond where we usually hunt. We can dump him there. The critters can make a meal of him and we don’t have to worry about Ronan running across his bones.”
I give him a nod of understanding.
“I’ll grab his head, you grab his feet,” Dad instructs. “Anything leftover, Mage will eat.”
Knowing my disgusting wolf probably ate Logan’s dick makes me gag. Dad chuckles before clutching onto Logan’s head. He pulls him up and off a broken tree. When I realize that thing was in his ass, I decide maybe he did have a deserving, painful death. I take hold of what’s left of Logan’s legs and lift.
We walk miles in the snow, carrying the rapist’s body.
And when we finally dump him in the hole, forever leaving that fucker behind, Dad wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses my head.
“Time to go home, Son.”
No sweeter words ever spoken.
I’m going home and I don’t ever have to leave.
* * *
* * *
Several months later…
Ronan lies on his back, nose buried in his book. Last time Uncle Atticus came to visit, Dad and Ryder went back with him for more supplies. Dad brought Ronan a whole stack of pregnancy books and baby books. I’d been more interested in the stretchy pants and marshmallows.
“Learning anything good?” I ask, lying on my side to watch him.
He tears his gaze from the book to smile at me. It never fails how he can get my heart to patter wildly whenever he looks at me with such love in his eyes. For me. For Ryder. For our baby.
“Just learning about teething.” He tosses the book aside to touch my huge belly. “How’s my bunny doing?”
“Missing his daddy,” I say, covering his hand with mine. “He’s been kicking a lot, trying to get your attention.”
He lifts a brow and smirks at me. “Sounds like his mama.”
The baby kicks and we both laugh in excitement. I wish Ryder were here to feel him kick, but he’s been working tirelessly on our house, trying to get it ready for the baby.
“How are you feeling?” Ronan asks, leaning forward to kiss me on the lips. “Craving anything? I can run to the big house and grab it.”
I love how doting of a father Ronan already is and the baby isn’t even here yet. He’s such a caring, loving person. Our baby is lucky to have him.
“Nah.” I groan, stretching my sore body. “Mom’s about to pop with baby number eighty-seven. She might stab you if you try to take her marshmallows.”
“I can handle Mom.”
I run my fingers through his hair that’s grown longer lately, curling over his brows and brushing against his glasses. “I’m craving something else right now.”
Ronan’s gaze darkens and he kisses me with tongue. He still sucks when it comes to pleasuring me, but he tries. His hand is gentle as he ghosts over one of my huge breasts.
“You should let Ryder teach you how to pinch my nipples,” I tease, nipping at his lip. “He’s not afraid to hurt me.”
He takes hold of my nipple through my shirt and twists it to the point I gasp for breath. “You like a little pain, don’t you?”
In all honesty, yes.
When Ryder gets lost, fucking me like an animal when Ronan is inside him, he sometimes leaves bruises on me. He doesn’t mean to. It’s just that he loses all sense of control. I love it.