Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59422 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
But she’d enjoyed it. There was no doubt in my mind that I’d given Riley what she wanted.
She pushed up onto her elbows and tried to peer at me through heavy lids. Her t-shirt slipped to cover her gorgeous tits. Ones I had yet to savor.
“Cody?” I heard tons of apprehension in the way she said my name.
“Yeah, sugar?”
“I want you to take my virginity.”
I went still while my wolf howled in delight at her filthy little beg while she had her legs spread around my shoulders, pussy swollen and clit poking out. Fate knew I wanted to. I wanted to pop her cherry. I also wanted to mark her with my fangs. Make her mine forever.
“So you feel it?” I studied her. I wasn’t sure how much a human could register the pull of a fated mate. Wolves knew immediately from the scent. Humans’ sense of smell wasn’t nearly so refined. But she must feel something–her body’s response to me was undeniable. “You recognize that I’m your mate?”
Her brow wrinkled slightly. “You’re the one I want to take my virginity.”
I frowned. Warning bells were going off. Yes, her body was on board–hell, was it–but I suspected her mind wasn’t… yet. She felt the attraction, but didn’t understand what it meant. She wanted me to be the one. The person to be her first. Nothing more.
It was clear that she didn’t know the depth of what I wanted from her–no, needed. She understood that I was her mate. She didn’t understand what being mated meant or that wolves mated for life. That if I didn’t mark her with my scent soon, I could go moon mad. She didn’t know that once I marked her, there’d be no getting rid of me. She’d be stuck with me for the rest of her much-longer life.
As much as I wanted to fuck her, my conscience demanded I made sure she understood what was going on here. She was barely an adult. She’d never had sex. It would be so easy for me to steamroll her, but I wasn’t going to do that. Plus, she never knew shifters existed until earlier and mates only a few minutes ago.
“No.” I grit out the word.
“No?” Her eyes went wide. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she finally said, “What do you mean, no?”
“I mean I’m not going to fuck you.” If my wolf could harm me, it would claw out my insides for saying that.
“What?” She tried to scootch back, but I gripped her bare thighs. “Wasn’t that why you brought me here?” It was her turn to study me, her expression one of confusion and slight alarm.
“I don’t drug women for sex,” I practically snarled. Her question alone was another bit of proof that she had no idea the depth of this situation.
“Let’s do it,” she continued. “You said I’d been with boys before. I want a real man to fuck me for the first time.”
I tipped my head to the ceiling. Groaned. “You’re killing me, sugar.”
Sure, this was what I wanted, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted it all with her. Her lack of understanding was frustrating as hell, especially when she painted me as a creep or pervert. Or an asshole. Her quick one-eighty also proved she wasn’t thinking about the big picture. She saw it as sex. Satisfaction. Then… bye?
A one-fuck thing? A punch to her V-card? Not happening.
Was I glad she wanted that with me? Fuck, yes. The question was, if I denied her, would she go to someone else?
No fucking way.
Her eyes were on the thick outline of my dick pressing into my jeans and probably a pre-cum stain that was growing by the minute.
I waited until her gaze met mine again. “I’ve got your taste and scent. My wolf loved satisfying you. So for now, I’m good.”
“But–”
“No,” I repeated, more for my wolf than for her.
She tipped up her chin. “If you’re not going to have sex with me, then take me home.”
She was bare from the waist down. Her pussy was slick and swollen, and she wanted to go home? I was never going to forget how she came on my tongue. The way she tasted, looked, sounded. Giving my fated mate satisfaction for the first time was one of my life’s goals.
“I promise I won’t tell anyone about Tyler. About what happened. We can forget everything. You don’t have to mind wipe me or whatever.”
“All because I won’t fuck you?”
She shrugged. “Yeah. You make no sense. What guy doesn’t want to have sex? Maybe I’m–”
“You’re not,” I said before she talked bad about herself again. Fuck, was I making her doubt how hot and arousing she was? Was I worse than those boys?
FUCK.
“You drugged me,” she reminded. “Brought me to a flipping cabin in the woods. Are you going to keep me a prisoner for the rest of my life?”