Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry for the damage I inflicted. I didn’t mean to fuck things up with you Rayne. I really didn’t.”
She goes quiet at that.
I kiss her temple.
“Will you forgive me?” I ask softly.
“No.” There’s a sulkiness to her voice, though, that tells me she’s getting closer.
I turn her around to face me and lift her up to straddle my waist. “What would it take for you to forgive me?” I ask as I turn to start hiking us out, looking for her clothes.
“It would take you not being a dick.”
I chuckle. “That’s a tough one. Dick is my middle name.”
“First, middle, and last,” she grumbles, but I hear her tone lightening up.
“I know what might help.” I break into a run up the steep incline because my flash of an idea gives me a superhuman burst of energy–I grab Rayne’s clothes without setting her down, then run up the incline.
“What?”
“I’m going to make you feel better, Rayne-bow.”
Her arms have twined around my neck–more for stability than out of affection–but I love it all the same. Her ripe tits are close to my mouth, and I nip at the soft flesh through her bra.
She tightens her hold on me, legs squeezing my waist, and I increase my speed. When I get to the top, I run all the way to the Jeep.
Rayne’s laughing by the time we get there, the bouncing and closeness shaking her out of her ire.
I open the Jeep and lay her down on the backseat. “You need some relief, jellybean? I’ve hated sleeping away from you. Last night, I had to shift and run at three a.m. just to get some sleep.” As I speak, I slide her panties off and position myself between her legs.
Rayne reaches for my head, bringing it down to meet her delicate pussy.
I inhale her scent, loving how it drugs me.
She urges me forward, and I chuckle. “Is that a yes, baby? You want my tongue on your clit?”
“Yes.”
I give her one swipe. “Is this how I earn your forgiveness?” I give a slow roll of my tongue. “Hmm?”
“Forgiven,” she pants, rocking her hips.
I laugh. “Good.” I treat her to every trick I know, sucking on her nether lips, penetrating her with my tongue. “You have such a sweet pussy,” I praise her as I work. “It tastes so good, Rayne-bow.”
She moans.
“I could eat this pussy every night for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.”
She lifts her head, rising up on her elbows to watch me.
I work her clit with my tongue and slide two fingers inside. She’s already soaking wet. I stroke inside her with my fingers. She’s tight and beautiful and all mine. I take my time, removing my fingers to give her my tongue alone, then thrusting inside her again. After two more rounds, she’s chanting my name, begging and pleading for release.
“Come for me, Rayne-bow.” I pump in faster, harder.
She kicks her legs, squeals, and comes hard, soaking my hand with female ejaculate. I keep my fingers inside her to feel the way her muscles clench and tighten around them when I flick her clit one more time.
She shudders and moans and then flops across the seat like a beautiful rag doll.
I help her dress and lift her into the passenger seat. “Better, baby?”
Her gaze on my face is moony. “Yes.”
I take her jaw in an overhand grip and kiss her mouth, hard. My tongue plunges into her mouth, and I thrust it in and out, fucking her with it.
When I break the kiss, her eyes are glazed, unable to focus, and her lips are puffy and pink.
“I’ll figure out a way to take care of your needs, baby. I just can’t risk sleeping beside you with the full moon approaching. I’d be pounding into you all night long.”
Rayne gives me a secret smile.
“Tomorrow night is the Homecoming game. You’re coming, right?”
She nods.
“Cool. I’ll figure out somewhere we can meet afterward. Somewhere private.”
She doesn’t say anything, but I know I’m forgiven.
I also know there’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for this girl.
She has to be my mate.
And there has to be a way to get her to shift.
Chapter Twenty
Rayne
Thursday night, Lauren, Lincoln, and I sit on the back bleacher for the Homecoming game. We’re five rows behind Casey Muchmore and her volleyball girls. The stands are packed. I’m wearing my silver and blue Wolf Ridge High t-shirt, like most everyone in the stands.
Lauren and Lincoln abstained from the practice, choosing to not even wear school colors. Instead, Lauren looks like she stepped off a New York runway in designer jeans with holes ripped at the knees and an off-the-shoulder sweater.
I watch Wilde’s broad shoulders on the sidelines. He looks natural coaching–like it’s a job he was born to do. Unfortunately, this will probably be his last game. His coach from Duke called before the game to let him know the charges against him in South Carolina had been dropped due to lack of evidence, and some good-old-boys’ pressure on the District Attorney. He’s now free to go back to Duke. Able to stay a member of this pack.