Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
I know I’m pushing her close to her limits now. I can feel her inner muscles gripping my fingers, trying to milk me for seed they don’t have. She is a greedy little thing, my mate. Her body is full of desire.
I pull my fingers out of her pussy slowly, enjoying the way her lips grip me as I withdraw. I know she’s not comfortable. I can see that in the hue of her cheeks, the proper deep red of her skin.
“I hope you have learned your lesson, or there will be more of this,” I tell her.
She makes a half-coherent sound and lets out a little sigh that might be of relief. I am still fighting the urge to slide myself back into that hot, tight interior. She was quite literally made for me. Forces that were in effect long before either of us were conceived ordained us as mates. That’s what my pack believes—and now I’ve met her, that’s what I believe too.
I have had plenty of encounters with women before. I’ve never felt like this before. I’ve never felt this level of pure devotion and tenderness, mixed with the very real need to keep this young woman in her place.
It is time for her to go to bed. It has to be. Before I lose the last of what passes for my self-control.
I sit her up on my lap for a moment, brushing her messed up hair out of her eyes. “Are you okay?”
She meets my gaze very briefly before nodding just a little and lowering her eyes again. She’s embarrassed. I put her arousal on display for both of us. I could have avoided mentioning it altogether, spanked her, and sent her to bed. But that would have done nothing besides leave her in a state of arousal that would have completely undermined the message I’m trying to send. Sexy as she is, she has to do as she is told.
“Good,” I say.
She’s stifling a little yawn. I can see her trying to resist it before she gives in. It’s not easy to resist your impulses and instincts as a newly transformed shifter. She’s going to be more impulsive than she’s ever been, which is all the more reason to ensure my discipline is stringent.
“Time for bed.” I slide her off my lap and slap her bottom lightly. She makes a little yelping sound and dashes for the bedroom, where she dives for the covers and pulls them up, almost acting as if she were never out of bed at all.
“I’m sorry,” she squeaks softly. “I didn’t mean to be bad.”
This woman makes me melt.
“I know,” I say, stroking her hair back from her face and cupping her cheek lightly. She is just so adorable. I know I will have to be strict and firm with her, but she makes it so I can damn near not bear it. I want to cuddle her close and take care of her tenderly. I want to protect her from all dangers. She is my mate, and there is no use denying it or trying to resist it. It is a law, as immutable as gravity.
“When I give you an order, you need to follow it,” I say. My tone is already softer. “I don’t want to punish you again.”
She looks at me with those big, wide eyes, the blanket pulled up all the way to her nose by this point.
“You need to go to sleep,” I tell her. “I will be here all night long, and tomorrow, we will talk about the rest of your life.”
Her eyes, already wide, somehow flicker that little bit bigger. “The rest of my life?”
“We are mate bonded. It will be you and I, forever.”
Kira
He says those words like holy vows. I think he takes them even more seriously. There is not a hint of anything besides complete devotion in his eyes and in his voice. Is this what love is? Something that can take you to your most painful depths and your greatest heights? I am both exhausted and ecstatic, too tired to act on the pure joy that is coursing through my veins, as well as the fear that is already trying to worm its way through the human parts of my mind. It might be nice to be loved, but he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that I don’t deserve any of this.
I am exhausted. I am sore. I am feeling guilty for disobeying him. I know I should have stayed in bed. When I heard him leave the apartment, there was a pull for him, a yearning. It got me out of bed, and it almost took me out the front door.
I started watching television to distract myself from the yearning and the anxiety. Part of me felt as though I was a pup, left to fend for myself in the woods. It was an old fear, a primal one. One I haven’t felt in a very long time. It disoriented me. The television was the only thing to connect me to the real world, to make me feel normal again.