Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32263 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 161(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
I am back.
The conspiratorial whispers will die now. The doubts will wither. The pack will feel it in their bones long before word reaches their ears.
And if any still dare to question me—
I bare my teeth, exhilarated.
They will not do so for long.
My wolf throws his head back once again, howling into the night. The answer is a thunderous chorus of howls. So many I can’t distinguish them from one another.
All I hear is unity.
One voice. One pack. My pack.
And it’s all because of her.
Satisfied, my wolf trots back to my girl who’s standing where we left her, looking ravishing in the silvery moonlight.
It’s my turn, I tell him. Let me back out.
He reluctantly steps to the side and lets me emerge. Fur disappears in an instant, long sharp canines retract, and I burst back into my human form feeling more whole and happy than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
The cool night air washes across my skin and I am suddenly very aware that I’m standing naked in the field.
Nudity is nothing to shifters, since we’re constantly in and out of our animal forms there’s always someone around without their clothes, but to humans, to my mate, it’s something entirely different.
Her eyes flicker downward and she sucks in a sharp breath when she sees my tremendous size.
Heated lust surges through my veins as I watch her looking, all the innocence in those gorgeous brown eyes gone. Arousal and need have taken its place.
I grit my teeth, trying to stop my cock from responding, but I can’t. It gets hard and thick, taking on a mind of its own.
Her eyes widen, color blooms in her cheeks, and Gods help me, the way she nibbles her lip is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. There’s no stopping my towering erection now. It’s throbbing.
“Alaric,” she whispers as she steps forward.
“No,” I hiss, putting my hand up as I turn away. “We can’t.”
“We’re mates,” she says in a low, sensual tone. “We can.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head, not trusting myself to look at her. “Three weeks.”
“Three weeks? What happens in three weeks?”
“Lunaris Vinculum,” I say with pain coursing through my chest. It physically hurts to keep myself away from her. “The sacred night of the binding. Wolves cannot… do that before the mating ceremony.”
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” she says, and even though I can’t see her, I know she has a mischievous grin on her face.
I have never felt such temptation. The pull is too strong. My hands shake. My breathing stops. It’s agonizing to know my mate and her soft, warm pussy are right there, and I’m powerless to feast in the sinful pleasure.
I clench my hands into fists and squeeze my eyes closed.
“I am alpha,” I whisper to myself, trying to regain control. “I endure.”
I don’t trust myself to look at her as I grab my clothes and quickly put them on.
This will be the longest three weeks of my life.
I will wait.
I must wait.
And when Lunaris Vinculum finally arrives, I will have this exquisite female howling louder than my wolf.
Chapter Nine
Morwen
“Can I sit on the king’s big, hard throne?” I ask all flirty as I run my hand up and down the chair’s wooden back.
Alaric swallows hard as he watches me from the bottom of the dais with those dark, sensual eyes. We’re in the vast throne room where we first saw each other. It’s after dark and we’re all alone. The doors are locked. I checked.
It’s been fifteen days since I first stepped into the kingdom and with every single one, the torture of having to wait for that damn Lunaris Vinculum to arrive increases. My body is on fire. I can’t handle it. I need this man. It’s all I can think about.
“That throne is meant for the king only,” he says, trying to hide the wanton need in his voice. “And you’re not the queen yet. Not until I mark you.”
These uptight wolves and all their damn rules… Why must they insist on torturing themselves?
Still, it’s kind of fun to tease him. I know I’m feeling it bad, but it’s even worse for him. I see that long hard cock running along the inside of his pants. I can see the hunger in his eyes. If that moon was full, he’d ravish me on the spot.
He’s keeping his distance from me as usual, like he doesn’t quite trust himself.
“What are you going to do if I disobey?” I ask, sauntering around the throne, swaying my hips, and dipping down until my ass is hovering over the seat. “Are you going to punish me?”
He lets out a low ravenous growl. “Of all the many, many things I want to do to you, punishing you is not one of them.”
“That’s too bad,” I say as I let my ass touch the hard wood. “It sounds kind of fun.”