Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137004 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 685(@200wpm)___ 548(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
But he couldn’t have any of those things. Even if she wasn’t off limits as part of his pack, he would have been sure to steer clear of her. His past had taught him that getting involved with a female he craved that strongly could only bring trouble. Of course none of these facts helped the situation, because forbidden fruit was so much more tempting.
As his gaze again roamed over her body, Dante’s cock twitched. He couldn’t help remembering how well they fit; she was almost as tall as he was, which meant that her body was aligned nicely with his, chest to chest, hips to hips. He remembered how hot and wet she had felt around his fingers. And when she’d come apart all over his hand…Fuck.
He still couldn’t believe that he’d marked her. His wolf had been enraged at the time, knowing she was going off to meet another male, and had had a primal urge to bite her, to place his mark on her to warn off the other male. Never before had Dante lost his self-control like that. The female was dangerous to him.
He’d noticed that Jaime had covered the mark with makeup this morning. Clearly, she wasn’t wearing it with pride. There was no denying that she was justifiably angry with him. Hell, he was angry with him. But the fact that she’d concealed the mark nettled him and his wolf. Dante should have been relieved—it meant that the pack wouldn’t see it and then start launching questions. Instead, he wanted to wipe away the concealer. Wanted to see his bite on her flesh. His gaze repeatedly traveled to that spot on her neck, as if drawn to it. This was messed up.
The ideal thing would be to stay away from her, but he had questions that needed answering.
This time she was going to answer him honestly or, by God, he’d blister her perfect ass with the palm of his hand.
Jaime had never been to a baby shower before, so she hadn’t really known what to expect. Okay, yeah, she knew that they were little parties thrown for expectant moms, but that was pretty much the extent of her knowledge. What she hadn’t expected was to enjoy herself. Jaime wasn’t much for parties, but she was actually having a great time.
Earlier, while Taryn was having her afternoon nap, Jaime, Shaya, Grace, Lydia, and Hope had hung up all the decorations. The Winnie the Pooh theme matched the baby’s nursery, though the Alphas planned to keep their baby in their room with them for the first few months.
Taryn had been so delighted that she’d cried. Not that it took much to make Taryn cry these days. Every time Trey tried to comfort her she hit him, which was fun to watch. The buffet was fabulous, particularly the cake—most of which had been eaten by Marcus—and the games that Shaya organized were fun.
When it came time for Taryn to open the gifts, there were more tears. It was clear that it wasn’t just the hormones; she had been genuinely touched and grateful. Possibly the best gift had been the one that Shaya had given her. It was a photo frame that held three photographs. The space in the center was empty, but on either side were photographs of Taryn and Trey as kids.
“You can put a picture of the baby in the middle so you can see the resemblances between you,” Shaya told her Alphas. Unsurprisingly, Taryn cried again.
Possibly the worst gift was Greta’s. The old dragon actually gave Taryn a maternity dress that she’d made out of an old tablecloth. What kind of messed-up shit was that?
“She’s a dysfunctional woman,” Gabe commented as Dominic rushed over to steer Greta away from a murderous-looking Taryn. “Um…is there a reason why our Beta has been staring at you throughout the entire party? He looks…suspicious, I guess you could say.” She couldn’t really expect anything else, could she? Undoubtedly he’d have plenty of questions
—none of which she had any intention of answering. She knew why Dante hadn’t approached her to begin his quiz yet; he would never risk spoiling Taryn’s baby shower. Why did he have to have a sweet side? Jerk.
She felt an urge to touch the bite on her neck, just as she had at least a hundred times today.
Like those times, she ignored it. She hated that he’d done it. She liked that he’d done it. Her wolf was just as torn about the whole thing; she was infuriated with him for the possessive act, but she also liked the depth of his dominant streak.
“So what happened?”
“I sort of, um…I yelled at him last night. And growled. And hurt him.”
“Oh.” He sounded amused. “So then he’s probably wondering how a submissive wolf could challenge his dominance like that.”