Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
I free my cock and I let the underside of it run down the length of her wet little slit.
“Fucking animal,” she curses at me, arching her hips toward me, trying to get me to sink the head of my cock deep inside her pussy. She wishes I’d fuck her. She needs me to fuck her. I want to fuck her.
“That’s right. I am an animal. And so are you. Best you start remembering that, Ellie. I’m going to handle my side of the deal. I’m going to make sure you’re well taken care of, and that not a twig of this fucking forest gets messed with. But I’m also going to show you your place. Understand?”
I thrust my cock deep inside her before she can answer. Her hot inner walls wrap around me, grip me tight. She’s designed for me, made for me. She’s fucking mine and we both know it.
I draw out almost all the way to the tip, then surge back inside her. Fucking this woman feels like being in absolute heaven. It feels like not only claiming her. It feels like claiming destiny. I used to wonder what the point of it all was. Now I know. It’s taking her hard and fast, spending my seed inside her, making her swell with my babies.
The moans she makes as I claim her are music to my ears. She’s not fighting me. Not anymore. Not with my cock inside her. Once I have her, she obeys me, not just with her actions or her words, but with her body. Every part of her submits to me.
Ellie
“Good girl,” he growls.
I feel unexpected tingles of excitement at the praise I never expected to receive.
I am not a good girl. He thinks I am, because he is a terrible man.
He knots inside me and I know that he’s breeding me for a second time. There’s no way to avoid it. It’s impossible to ignore. I can’t pretend this isn’t happening to me, that this brutal fucking monster isn’t making me his, using me deep and hard and ruthlessly.
I can smell blood on his hands. It’s not his.
I can smell the promise of further violence and a life of pain.
I should reject this. Him.
But I’m not going to, because I’m not just in this for myself. I’m doing something for my family. And I will do anything for my family.
When the knot has softened and I am free, I try again.
I need to appeal to the better part of him, or at least the part who knows how to call a forestry company and buy out a contract.
“They’ll come back. You know they will.”
“They’ll come back, and I’ll deal with them again.”
Frustration starts to spark inside me. “The fuck is wrong with you? You could make one call…”
He responds with a casual indifference that makes me wild. “I don’t like making calls. You didn’t call on a man who liked making calls. You could have gone to…”
“To who?”
“My brother is the one who handles things respectably.”
“Your brother’s not the alpha,” I remind him. “You are.”
He looks a little surprised to hear me say that, almost as if he forgot about it.
“I am,” he says. “And that means I get to handle things the way I want to handle them.”
“You want to beat up every blue collar worker the company sends out here, until they start sending cops and then you want to be shot like a dog and die in the dirt for no reason?”
He shrugs. “Doesn’t worry me.”
“Why are you trying to have a baby if you don’t even want to be alive?”
He shrugs again. “Just doing what nature wants in all things. She wanted me to live, she wants me to breed, and then she wants me to die. Simple as that.”
I’ve never heard anybody put things so bluntly in the context of their own lives before. There’s something wrong with this big, scarred alpha who doesn’t remember he’s in charge. I invited him to do violence, and that’s what he did because that’s what he thinks he’s made for. He doesn’t have any sense of a future. The most planning he’s ever done was coming inside me and figuring it would make a baby.
“Don’t you dare feel sorry for me,” he growls suddenly, almost like he caught my thoughts, though more likely he saw a flicker of an expression. He’s a hunter. Hunters read their prey.
“You think I feel sorry for you after you basically fucked me into oblivion?”
He laughs, a harsh, but amused sound. “Just telling you. Don’t feel sorry for me. That’d be a mistake.”
I take a deep breath. Fuck this. He’s given me no choice. I compose my features into a softer smile, like I wouldn’t ever dare feel pity for him even though he’s the most pitiful fucking creature I’ve encountered in a long time. The reason we can’t save this forest is we don’t have anything. We don’t have leverage. Or didn’t. Until now.