Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 538(@250wpm)___ 448(@300wpm)
He dragged the tip of his nose along her cheekbone. ‘You’ve got to stop doing this.’
She blinked. ‘What?’
‘Tempting me to fuck you out in the open.’ He cupped her hip, his warm lips grazing her cheek as they slid to her ear. ‘I only have so much restraint.’
‘Don’t blame me if your cock is hard.’
‘Who should I blame? It ain’t your fault that you stroll around looking like every man’s fantasy, I get that – you would no matter what you were wearing. But you knew if you put on that dress I’d remember what happened the last time you wore it.’
She almost shivered on recalling ‘the last time’. Her dress had ended up hiked around her waist as he’d fucked her against the wall – he hadn’t even properly closed his front door he’d been on her so fast. ‘Maybe I want a repeat.’
Something wicked seeped into his eyes and pooled there. ‘Oh, you’ll get one.’ He opened the passenger door of his truck, lifted her by her hips and set her on the seat.
She batted away his hand when he went to put on her seatbelt. ‘We’ve had this conversation, I can—’
The weight of his lips on hers silenced her. His tongue slipped into her mouth, tangled with her own and swept her into a maelstrom of carnal sensation.
There was a click, and he pulled back. Among the heat in his eyes was a pinch of amused satisfaction.
And she realized he’d taken care of the seatbelt situation while she’d been distracted.
‘You’re an ass,’ she told him matter-of-factly.
His massive shoulders gave an uncaring shrug as he closed her door. Moments later, he was beside her.
Using magick, she wrenched at his seatbelt and wrapped it around him until yet another click sounded in the small space.
His brows lifted, mirth still a flickering flame in his gaze. ‘Thanks, baby.’
There he went with the ‘baby’ again. It made her belly clench.
He switched on the engine and drove down the dirt road which cut through the land that Millicent had willed to him. ‘How did your day play out?’
‘Work. Lunch with Paisley. Whipping up more potions. That was pretty much it.’ She placed her purse between her feet. ‘What about you?’
He shifted gears. ‘Me and a bunch of my clan were hunting in Bloodhill until a couple of hours ago. Then it was a matter of delivering the meat and scrubbing myself clean in the shower.’ He tossed her a sideways glance. ‘I suppose you decided to leave out the part where Kerr had to hurry along CeCe’s friends,’ he added, his tone hard but casual.
She shrugged. ‘It wasn’t worth mentioning. They were just staring.’
‘You and I know what it means when werewolves stare like that. They’re making it known that you’re on their shitlist and warning you to watch your back.’
Yes, she did know that. However . . . ‘I’m not worried.’
‘That isn’t the point. You’re mine. I don’t like anyone thinking they can act that way toward you.’ His voice roughened with irritation and possession. ‘To add to that, I’m their Alpha. They should have too much respect for my claim to you than to behave that way.’
Sensing just how deep his annoyance ran, she guessed . . . ‘You had a little talk with them, didn’t you?’
‘Not because I think you need anyone else fighting your battles for you. In fact, I can’t think of a single person who needs that less than you do. But, as I pointed out before, they should show more respect, given who you are to me.’
‘I get it.’ She nibbled on her lower lip. ‘I hope you don’t think I should behave “respectfully” toward them if they ignore your warning and come at me.’ Because that wouldn’t happen.
He shot her a grave look. ‘If they ever come at you – which is unlikely – do what you have to do.’
Surprise pricked at Emberlyn. As their Alpha, he’d be instinctively protective of them. For him to basically give her the go-ahead to deal with them as she saw fit, he was essentially prioritizing her welfare over theirs. And damn the bastard for that, because it only made Paisley’s suggestion to keep him all the more attractive.
‘You watching the game Friday?’
Assuming he meant the high school football game, she nodded. Each clan had their own team, as did the coven. ‘Me and the twins always attend together.’ She and Paisley would cheer and boo and pretend they knew stuff about football.
‘You should come with us. All three of you.’
She felt her brow pinch. ‘Who’s “us”?’
‘Me, Logan, Kerr, Crew and a few others.’
Well, that would be new. Emberlyn and the twins usually straddled the edge of the spectator crowd, never part of any groups. ‘I suppose we could meet you there.’
‘Or I can pick you up.’
‘I usually give the twins a ride.’