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 it didn’t matter at the moment.
I’d carefully climbed from the bed, so I didn’t wake Cody and showered, dumping my clothes in the trash first. When I came out in my ratty old robe I left behind when I moved to Nana’s, he was up. He was remarkably healed. He’d let me check his body because it was unbelievable–the bullet wound had completely closed up. The wound looked months old rather than twelve hours. We didn’t touch. Or kiss. We definitely didn’t have sex. Maybe it was because it was my Dad’s house, and he could return anytime. Maybe it was because things had changed. They were raw. Like an open wound that had yet to heal.
“You okay, sugar?” Cody broke me from my thoughts. He flicked his gaze from the road to me.
I nodded. “Yeah. Just… it’s a lot,” I admitted.
He took the turn that brought his cabin into view then parked. “Stay right there.” He climbed from his Jeep and came around. When he opened my door, he reached in and undid my seatbelt.
Then he remained, his face right in front of mine. “I love you, sugar.”
Simple. Sincere. Complete.
I smiled. Beamed.
“I love you, too.”
His look softened for a second, then narrowed, and heated. His fingers found my hips and gripped them. “I took your virginity, but I need to fully claim you. The way a wolf claims his mate. That means I’m locked in for life. Are you ready for that?”
My breath caught in my chest.
Was I? It was so hard to absorb. But yes. Yes, I wanted all of Cody. I wanted forever with him.
“Yes.”
“Good. ‘Cause I want there to be no doubts. No questioning. No worrying.” He ran a thumb down the little crinkle in my forehead. Traced it across my lower lip. “You’re mine, Riley Abbott.”
I took his thumb into my mouth and sucked as the words seeped into me. Into my heart. When I released him, I replied, “And you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Then he kissed me.
34
CODY
After what we’d been through, I couldn’t get enough of kissing her. I pried her lips apart, thrust my tongue between them like my life depended on it.
Damn, last night, I’d walked in that door and confronted a man who held a gun on my girl. I would never get over that. To think what could’ve gone wrong.
Fuck.
I could survive a bullet but not losing Riley. Never that.
Fate, perhaps, intervened twice this week.
She was mine, and I meant every word. I was dying to claim her. I couldn’t wait for every shifter in the pack to know Riley Abbott belonged to me. But more importantly, she needed to know I belonged to her.
A nineteen-year-old virgin stole my heart. Claimed my soul. I’d hadn’t known it, but I’d been waiting for her. My whole damn life.
Words were one thing, but actions, another. So I kissed the hell out of her until she clung to me. I lifted her, pulled her from my Jeep, and sat her on the hood. Her legs spread, and I settled between them.
“Cody,” she whispered, rolling her hips back to give me better access. My dick was so hard, I was thankful for the loose sweats. It didn’t do much though because the crown was sticking out above the elastic waist.
Her dad wasn’t getting these pants back.
I breathed in and… fuck. I growled.
“You’re wet. You like the idea of me biting you. Making you mine.”
Her big brown eyes held mine. “Yes.”
I’d been gentle so far. Cautious with her after last night. I was mostly healed. Fully hard.
“Show me.”
Her eyes lit up, perhaps remembering I’d said the exact same thing to her the last time I had her here. Of course, then she’d been tied to the bed. My dick spurted pre-cum at the thought of doing it again.
Instead of balking like last time, she put her hands at the top of her shorts and started to push them down. I stepped back and helped, getting them down and over her feet. Her flip flops fell to the ground with the shorts.
I growled at the sight of her open and pink. Glistening and… all fucking mine.
I held her thighs wide with my palms and leaned over to feast.
She fell back onto one hand, the other tangling in my hair. “Cody!” she cried, my name carrying on the wind.
I didn’t care who heard us. Not up here. Any shifter in these woods would know I was satisfying my mate. I wouldn’t share her, but I had no problem with showing her off. I growled against her tender flesh, licking and flicking her hard little clit in the way I learned she loved. That brought her to the brink.
Her taste healed me in ways the shifter genes couldn’t. I knew she was close. That I was pleasing her. Her hips gyrated, and when I slipped a finger into her tight, dripping heat, she came.