Total pages in book: 205
Estimated words: 204377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1022(@200wpm)___ 818(@250wpm)___ 681(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 204377 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1022(@200wpm)___ 818(@250wpm)___ 681(@300wpm)
“No one can take me from you.”
If only.
He’s so naïve and beautiful and soulful. I don’t have any hope of tying him down. Not that I would.
But I have him now.
As his lips cover mine, gentle waves of warmth break through me, curling tendrils of love around the scattered pieces of my heart. He can hold me together like this, with just a kiss, in the strong arms of his hug.
But the greedy creature inside me aches for more.
Sweet, young, virginal Wolf doesn’t make my blood sing. He doesn’t make my lungs pant, my brain melt, or my panties catch fire.
I don’t know what to do with that. Do I bury it? Do I address it? In the bigger picture, my desires and turn-ons are insignificant. Yet I can already feel myself pulling back.
“What’s wrong?” He kisses the bow of my lips.
Don’t shut him out.
As I try to form words, the bathroom door bursts open, banging against the wall, and a raging heathen storms in.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Leo roars.
“Take a log off the fire, hothead.” Wolf grips my hand and inches us back. “It was just a kiss. Look. She’s safe and healthy.”
“Leo, if you hit him…” I wrap myself around Wolf’s tense frame. “I will kiss him better. All the kisses.”
“Hit me.” Wolf grins. “Please.”
Leo stands there, looking torn between murder and bafflement.
“We’re on the same side.” I walk past him, patting his whiskered cheek. “Save that temper for when we need it.”
They follow me to Kody’s bedroom, where I’m assaulted by the scent of coffee, grilled meat, and potatoes.
“You made breakfast.” I grin back at Leo, round the corner into the room, and slam to a stop.
Denver stands by the window, hands clasped behind his back, staring down at Kody.
“Get away from him.” I charge forward, putting myself between the devil and my patient. “I mean it. Get out.”
I glance at Kody, who appears to be out cold. That’s expected as his body works tirelessly to repair itself. But did Denver touch him in his vulnerable state? Did he…?
“Did you drug him?” I ask Denver and turn to Leo. “Was he asleep when you brought in the food?”
“Yes, he was already out.” Leo paces the room. “Denver just arrived.”
I whirl back to Denver. “If you hurt him—”
“I would be very careful how you proceed.” He cocks his head. “You need medicine and food and shelter. You’ll do well to remember who provides those things.”
“Don’t speak to her.” Leo clasps my arm and attempts to pull me away.
I don’t budge. “Still waiting for that list I gave you.”
“Still waiting for your surrender in my bed.”
I tense, bracing for Leo to wind up his fists. But he doesn’t move.
When I look over at him, he’s flexing his hands, cracking his neck, and murdering Denver with his eyes—all of which is a remarkable show of restraint for him.
He catches me staring and squints back as if to say, You told me to save my temper.
A step in the right direction.
If he can be smart about this, so can I.
Keep your enemies close, right?
“We were about to have breakfast.” I empty my expression and gesture at the tray of food on the desk. “If you can refrain from drugging our meal and reminding us you’re an evil rapist for five minutes, you can join us.”
The air stiffens. No one breathes.
Then Denver smiles.
“I’d like that.” He strolls over to the food and pours a mug of coffee.
Fuck.
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Denver
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They aren’t fucking her yet.
I see it in their celibate eyes, in the way they watch her with blatant desperation. Oh, they want her. They want her like they’ve never wanted anything before.
Who can blame them? She’s a hot little piece of ass.
How the hell are they resisting her?
Did she reject them? No, that can’t be right. The girl loves to fuck. It’s one of the many reasons I brought her here. After watching her on the camera and taking it in the ass so prettily for Monty Novak, I knew she would spread those legs for us. After I severed her marital obligations.
There’s no question she cares about my boys. She’s certainly protective of them.
Maybe the bargain she made with me confused things for her. She fits my dick like a glove, her tiny body exquisitely designed for my pleasure. Why turn to my sons for sex when she has me? I can see how that can mess with her subconscious.
I just need to be patient and enjoy her in the interim. And I will enjoy her. She’ll come around. They’ll starve if she doesn’t, because I’m not taking that plane anywhere until I feel her sweet holes around my cock again.
Lowering onto the chair by the desk, I watch my boys move stiffly through the room, filling their plates and eating in silence.