Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
My knot has locked us while I continue to come, my essence changing from hot to biting cold.
“Ah!” she cries out. “Holy shit!”
My vision blurs.
If the monster in me kills her, I will immediately point my deadliest weapon at my own head. I will be done; no doubt in my mind. I’ll be done and I won’t get to join her in any sort of afterlife, won’t get to introduce her there to the people I loved and killed. Because either I’ll burn and writhe in the lake of fire until I’m nothing but rotted ash that still feels all my sins or else I’ll finally meet this monstrosity and spend eternity repeatedly being devoured by the hideous thing I am that takes beauty like this from the world.
I can’t have this. I have to protect her. From me.
Cold and rage bleed into this endless climax, the best of my life, and I roar out my rage so loud and for so long, she’s covering her ears, face buried into the grass. My knot mercifully releases her body abruptly so while I’m still half-cognizant, I bolt away, running for the river and diving in.
That magnetic force tries to coax me back, but I fight it. I fight it because her life depends on it. I don’t know if the monster in me swims, I don’t know if I can keep it from coming back and going after her, but the cool water brings some semblance of relief from the ice burn and has me feeling like I’m hanging onto my bodily functions.
I’m swimming across the river as fast as I can and it's exhausting me, but I need to get to the other side quickly, putting as much distance between me and her as I can before I shift, to give her a fighting chance.
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CICELY
My huge, nude, muscled mate runs from me, diving into the river and swimming across it.
I watch, blinking and trying to process what just happened. What I saw. All the things I felt. What I’m feeling now.
The sounds around me are no longer muted. Wind, animals, and the world continue doing their thing as if everything wasn’t frozen, holding breath while all that happened.
The sun is rising.
First, I thought I was about to die. Then, I thought I was getting some primal sex with a stranger, and I did not understand why I didn’t want to fight him off. But when that knot emerged, I realized it was more than some good, rough dick. I was being taken by my fated mate, a big alpha male with a scary as fuck wolf and no scent to him. And now? Now?
Wind kicks up and whips my hair around as I continue to watch, feeling cold to my bones with confusion and rising anger, but being unable to do anything but wait for him to get to the other side of the river. He rises on the rocky riverbank and turns to face me.
He stands tall, every inch of his body carved to perfection as if from marble. He’s staring at me with a ravaged expression on his face. And I blink in astonishment at all I’m feeling. I’m overcome with the urge to go to him, to find a way to soothe the pain that pulses from him and in me.
He’s a perfect male specimen with a steel-cut jaw, chin cleft, with a perfect mouth, corded arms, and the sculpted, muscled frame of an alpha. His hazel eyes alternate between anger and pain as he stares at me, his erect cock reminding me of what he just did to me. Not that I could ever forget. My legs are still shaking. And my neck… it’s tingling.
I stand on shaky legs while we hold eye contact. I don’t just read pain from him, I feel it with a clarity that’s new and unusual, and also more than a little angering. Because raw agony ripples from his very being to the degree it swamps me. And I’m sure he can both read and feel my confusion. I’m betting he can sense that it’s turning to anger. Because why is he standing there staring at me like this on the other side of the river he’s put between us?
The way it felt with his weight pinning me, his hands on my hips and my breasts, his mouth on my throat, tasting me, his thighs bracketing mine as his strong body pinned me. The feeling of being knotted, having my world tilt and right itself when his hot fluid filled me. I want more of it. I want to touch him, kiss him, bite him back. But things went cold. In me and around me, and now I’m left with the sting of him being across that river, the crushing weight of the emotion coming from him, it’s all in the way.