Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
What a strange thought to flit through my head as I stand there on the wide porch behind the naked guy that kidnapped me. The naked werewolf!
He opens the door and catches my hand with his before I get a chance to do anything else… like run.
Duh. Why on earth did I just stand here?
The place is dark. Pitch dark. And then there’s light. He’s leaning over an oil lamp and my eyes take in the shadows around me. A fireplace. Furniture covered with sheets. He moves toward me with intent, pulling me to his body. His huge, wet, naked body. I look anywhere but his crotch because I already saw it, and it’s in proportion to his massive frame, in other words, big. God, he’s tall and big. I come to his mid chest. I look up. He caresses my face with callused fingers and leans down like he’s about to kiss me. I jerk back.
“Sit and rest. I’ll get you warm,” he tells me and hauls the sheet off a sofa as he steps back, immediately hunching over the wood stove, stacking it with wood that he lifts from beside it.
I’m shivering, feeling like the cold and damp has run straight through to my bones. It’s also dusty in the place and my nose tickles. Beyond physically shivering from the cold, I’m also overcome with not a small amount of apprehension.
I’m inside a building with him and the door is closed. I back up toward it, slowly.
In Hansel and Gretel, the witch wanted to eat them. He’s got a different sort of appetite based on what he said to me in my car, based on the erection. And here I am, like Little Red Riding Hood, about to be devoured by the Big Bad Wolf.
He looks over his shoulder at me. And the look in his eyes? Something in my belly twirls and heat floods my face. I don’t get a chance to dissect the feeling because my lower back hits the doorknob and my hand slides back to grab it.
“Come. Sit,” he commands as he stacks wood and fills it with some bits of paper from a rack beside the wood stove. He strikes a match. “Get warm.”
He lights the fire, rises, and stares a moment. I watch that massive cock rise up and my head jerks away. I squeeze my eyes shut tight.
Oh shit. This is it. What’s about to happen to me?
“Ivy?”
I open my eyes and see flames flicker as they catch, bouncing off the shadows cast from the oil lamp and my eyes land on him again. I can’t help but take note of what an absolutely perfect male specimen he is. Massive in height and wide, though not remotely husky. His body is muscular. His bulk comes entirely from muscles.
His stomach is a series of boxes and ridges. His dark hair curls down past his shoulders… broad shoulders with defined biceps and well-veined forearms that extend to large hands. My eyes travel back up that naked body that he’s completely unbashful about having on display to his scruffy razor-cut jawline. His chest rises and falls under my obvious appraisal and then he lets out a sound… a low growling sound that seems to make the room vibrate at the same time as goosebumps erupt on my flesh. My eyes wander over the very prominent length and girth of his –
“Let’s get you warm first. It’s been hard to wait but you need warmth first.”
“First?” I inquire in a whisper.
“First.” He nods.
I jolt and then I get into a mini scuffle with the doorknob before I win, managing to get the door open and then I’m running. I’m sprinting off that porch into wet mud that makes a thwacking sound as my poor suede boots pound into it.
I get no more than half a dozen strides before I’m scooped up into the air. I cry out in frustration.
“Ivy Brennan,” he says huskily into my ear as he carries me back toward the cabin. “Do you not realize that running will only excite me further? Do you want me more excited? Do you want me to hunt you down and take you in the cold, wet dirt or would you rather it be in front of a warm fire?”
Oh God.
“Help!” I scream.
He stalks back through the door and I’m carried through the main room, past the kitchen area to the left, into a short hall with a door ahead, a door to the left, and a door to the right. He goes right and sets me on something soft. Light glows from a lantern he turns on and I see I’m on a double bed that’s against the wall, also covered by a sheet. This rustic-looking room has a small fireplace. He begins stacking wood into it.