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)
It splashes across all four, which isn’t difficult because they’re in a vicious roiling dog pile. As the silver hits, it splashes across their fur and knocks them out of their transformation. Four wolves turn into four human males. Tate is still latched onto Karl’s neck. The other two are writhing around on the floor in something like pain. Silver burns deep, but the transformation saved them from the worst of it. It hit their wolf hides and as they shifted back to human, they were spared the pain.
Karl’s not as wounded as he was before. Transformation took care of that, too. There’s a bit of blood where the bullet ripped through his body, and some surface scarring that will heal up over time, but for the most part he is healed.
“Get up!” I yell at them. “This is pathetic.”
My brothers look shocked. “Get into the other house. Get dressed. Leave us alone. I am going to deal with this one the way he deserves to be dealt with.”
They slink away, shamed and warned by the intensity of my tone. I understand that they were trying to protect me, but they’ve achieved absolutely nothing besides breaking the last of what we had. This is the problem with men when they lose their tempers. They don’t think about the bigger picture. All they care about is killing the thing they’re angry at.
Karl is left behind, panting, naked, exhausted, slightly bloodied, and scarred. He looks hot, but I’m not going to allow myself to be distracted right now.
“If you’re going to be useless to us, you can run back to New Orleans, back to your big empty house and the humans you kill because you’re too weak to run a pack,” I snap. “You can leave us here, and we’ll defend ourselves.”
“I’m not leaving you. You could be carrying my child.”
“If I am, I won’t be for long.”
His eyes go hollow at that. He reaches for me, grabs me by the arm, and yanks me close. “You’re going to have my baby, Ellie. That’s the deal.”
“It’s the deal if you save the forest.”
“I am going to.”
“You’re going to fight every person who comes here individually?”
“That’s how a pack defends its territory, sweetheart.”
He closes the space between us even more, pulling me hard against his body. “I’m about to make damn fucking sure there’s more than a forest to defend, too. I’m going to make you the mother of my pups.”
I’m glad I sent my brothers away. The energy in the room is still high, but it’s another kind of energy entirely.
“Keep it down,” I say. “Sound travels out here. Nobody needs to hear you speaking to me that way.”
“Doesn’t matter. They’re going to hear you screaming when you come anyway.”
I slap him. Not as hard as I should. Not nearly as hard as he deserves. He catches my hand, but only after I’ve already whacked him across the face.
He grins. There’s blood in his teeth from the shifting and the fighting and the general fuckery. It should put me off, but there’s something wild about him and this, the passion of it all that makes me feel aroused as hell.
“I just wanted you to call someone and shift some land around,” I complain. “Why are you making everything violent and sexy?”
“That’s not how the world works.”
“It is when there’s money involved.”
“You’re really just asking for a few million dollars, aren’t you,” he laughs, yanking my pants down in one motion.
I don’t fight him. I’m not immune to this energy, to his raw dominance and to my own fucking need.
Karl picks me up, perches me on the windowsill because there’s no other furniture left in the place, and he fucks me hard from the very first thrust, his cock spreading me open wide and driving deep inside me. One hand is on the back of my neck, gripping my hair, and the other is on my hip, keeping me in place.
I think he’s just going to fuck me like this, knot inside me, fill me with his seed. The idea makes my pussy clench tight around him. I might tell him that I don’t want his cum or his baby, but every instinct in my body tells me otherwise. I want this. I crave this. I am so damn wet I can’t help myself right now. I am close to coming just from these rough, rutting thrusts and the knowledge that I am being bred.
He grinds hard against me, his pubic bone stimulating my hungry clit until I wail in orgasm. I assume he’ll knot and come too, but instead he pulls out of me while my pussy is still clenching his cock, trying to milk his seed deep inside me.
“On your knees.”
“No.”
He looks at me like he expects to be obeyed, but I don’t owe him that. Not yet. Maybe not ever.