Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
She cries out in pain, which immediately subdues my wolf. Carefully, very carefully, I withdraw my fangs from her sweet flesh and lick the wounds to aid their healing. All the time, I massage her back hole to keep the sensations erotic.
“Angel, are you all right? Please talk to me.”
“Is it over?” she asks breathlessly, like the kid who looks away while getting a shot.
“Yeah. I’m so sorry it hurt.” I kiss all around the puncture wounds, my other thumb sliding between her legs to rub her clit.
She shakes her head. “It doesn’t hurt. I mean, it hurt a little, but I’m okay.” She peers at me from under the blonde strands of hair cascading in her face. “Please say you’re going to finish.”
Fates know I want to finish. But I don’t want to cause Charlie any pain. “Come here.” I lift her up off the chaise and sit down on it, then pull her to straddle me, lying back. “You ride, angel. I don’t want to hurt you any more.”
Charlie’s lids droop as she climbs on top of me, then lines the head of my cock up with her entrance and seats herself. “I get to drive?” she asks in a husky voice.
“You can drive any time you want to, angel. I’m only bossy when you want me to be.”
She rocks her hips over mine, sending me into spasms of ecstasy. “I do like it when you’re bossy.” Her voice is practically a purr. “I could even get used to your surprises,” she admits.
I would answer, but I’m already halfway to the moon.
“Your wolf is happy,” she murmurs.
I grip her waist and thrust up into her. “How can you tell?”
“I don’t know.” She rides me harder, making it difficult to concentrate on her words. “I just can tell.”
“I’m so fucking happy, Charlie. You just made me the happiest guy in the world.”
She draws in a sharp breath and her hands drop to my shoulders. She glides her slick pussy up and down over my rigid cock, grinding her clit down against my loins, taking me deep inside her with each forward thrust. She starts sounding off with the sexiest little cries in the galaxy, and then we both come in perfect concert. I grip her hips and pull her down snug, and she squeezes my dick in rapid pulses with her internal muscles, milking my cock for every last drop of cum.
Charlie drops down on top of me, her hard nipples coasting through my chest hair. I cradle the back of her head and hold her.
“So, is this the equivalent of marriage? We just sealed the deal?” she asks teasingly when she lifts her head.
“Yep. I’m forever yours now, angel. And you will never, ever be rid of me.”
“Hmm, super-hot wolf guy whose sole purpose seems to be to feed me, fly me to exotic beaches, and give me orgasms? I think I’m cool with that.”
I caress her lips with mine. “I love you,” I declare, then freeze. “Is it too soon to say that?”
“Um, you just mated me for life. So… no. Humans would usually do the love thing first.”
“Where are you with it?” As soon as I ask, I’m sorry I did. I don’t need to pressure her, and I’m not sure I want to hear if she’s going to throw more reservations up at me.
“Falling. Hard.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Also, I’m afraid my butt’s going to get sunburned. I think we should go inside.”
Sunburn. Fuck. I scoop my laughing mate into my arms and stand in one smooth motion, then carry her inside Jackson and Kylie’s mansion, where I can spend the rest of the afternoon ravishing her on a nice soft bed, away from the danger of sunburn.
Chapter 13
Charlie
Cabo is incredible. I love Lance for bringing me here. For making me like surprises. For making it his mission to help me chill out. Release control. Stop planning and worrying.
We spend the day lounging around in the mansion, then take a sunset walk on the beach. Sunday morning, after Lance has made me scream his name several times and fed me two breakfasts, I take a walk out by the pool and call my parents.
It’s time I filled them in on my enormous life change.
My mom picks up immediately, singing my name out in total joy. “Charlotte! How are you, sweetheart?” My parents retired from the Air Force last year and settled south of Tucson, where they had been stationed, in a retirement community in Green Valley. My dad now drives a golf cart around and dominates the Sunday men’s bike riding group. My mom is taking painting lessons and hosting themed dinner parties.
It’s ridiculously cute.
“I’m good. I’m actually in Cabo right now.”
“Cabo! You didn’t tell me you were taking a vacation. I’d like to know if you’re leaving the country.” There’s a little sternness in my mother’s voice. I might have gotten this worry gene from her.