Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106646 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 427(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
B'shit's mouth falls open. She does not laugh at my joke. "You were pretending in the hopes I'd get jealous?"
"Yes. D'see thought it would make you fall into my arms."
Her mouth snaps shut and she smacks my arm, angry. "That's a shitty move!"
"I know. I am not pleased with it. I do not like to think I hurt you. I only thought of getting you to want me." I sigh, pushing the nets aside, because I cannot concentrate on them. "Everything I do is because I need you back, B'shit. I do not know why you do not want me like I want you, but I have not changed how I feel. If anything, I feel more strongly for you. Right now, with you at my side, my heart is racing in my chest." I take her hand in mine, half waiting for her to jerk it away. When she does not, I place her hand on my chest so she can feel just how much my heart races under her fingers. "It is like nothing I have felt before, and it is all because of you."
B'shit does not pull away. Her hand remains on my chest, her brows furrowed. "Your heart is going really fast."
"It is because of you—"
"No, it's…weird." She jerks at her furs and puts her hand over her own heart, a strange expression on her face. "Touch me. Is mine as fast as yours? Or am I just having a panic attack of some kind?"
I need no encouragement to touch her. I splay my hand at the base of her throat, and love the little whimper that escapes her. I can feel her heart pounding underneath my palm, fluttering so wildly it reminds me of a frantic bird, caught in a trap. I look up at B'shit to point this out…and am distracted by how bright her eyes are. Her lips are parted as she gazes at me, and I realize that she is sitting so close that I can pull her into my lap.
So I do.
B'shit makes a noise of protest but does not push me away. "A'tam—"
I slide my hand to the back of her neck, tilting her face up to mine, and kiss her. She grabs onto the front of my tunic, and I think she will shove me…but her fingers curl into the front of my fur vest and she moans.
"A'tam, wait," she pants, her voice sultry. "You—"
Wild, naked heat surges through my body. Hungrily, I claim her mouth in a deeper kiss, my tongue dancing against hers. She feels so good against me, her body warm and soft and willing, her bottom pressed against my thighs. This is everything I have ever wanted—my B'shit in my embrace, eagerly leaning into my kisses. "Mine," I tell her between quick, frantic kisses as my heart pounds. "Say you are finally mine."
"A'tam," she begins again, and the word is so enticing upon her lips that I kiss her again, clasping her against me.
"My mate," I tell her, nibbling on her full lower lip. "Tell me you hate my mouth. Tell me you do not like it when I kiss you and I will stop." I nuzzle at her throat, where her pulse beats rapidly. "Tell me my touch does not feel good."
She makes a frustrated sound, digging her hands into my mane. She's panting as she jerks my head back, away from her skin. "You're not paying attention, A'tam—listen!"
"I am listening to you," I promise. My cock gets harder with every word she speaks, every noise she makes. I wind my arms around her waist. "Say my name again. I like to hear it on your lips."
Her hands move to my face, and she cups it, holding me back when I try to kiss her. "You are the most impossible man ever," she pants. "Be quiet and really listen."
I pause, because her face is serious, her expression a mixture of arousal and concern both. So I do as she says. I go silent, waiting for her to speak, and devour her with my gaze alone. She is so beautiful, my B'shit, her dark hair tousled around her face, her skin flushed, her mouth pink and full from my kisses. Her pulse, throbbing so hard that I can hear it…
…Wait.
I stare at her, dumbfounded. My thoughts are clouded with lust, but not so clouded that I do not realize that the rapid pounding of my heart is louder than usual. At least, I think it is my heart. "Is that me? Or you?"
"It's both of us," she cries, grabbing my hand and pressing it to her chest again. "We're resonating!"
My hand is against her soft skin, and I can feel the song of her khui pulsing through her body. Mine grows louder by the moment, so strong that it feels as if my heart will leap out of my chest. "This is our answer," I tell her triumphantly. Now it does not matter what B'shit thinks—resonance has chosen for us. "You are mine, just as I have said."