Total pages in book: 182
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 171176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 856(@200wpm)___ 685(@250wpm)___ 571(@300wpm)
“How much time?” she asked.
Before I could assess how far away he was, the feeling in the bond let me know his cock was throbbing and he’d be wound up when he reached me. He was as eager, and desperate, for this as I was.
I couldn’t stop myself from blurting that out, but quickly regained my composure enough to tell her that he was getting closer and coming fast.
“Then this is perfect,” she said, letting us into and ushering me to the front of the room. His valet, Niles, turned when we approached. To his credit, he didn’t glance down at my attire or waste any time asking what we were up to.
“I’ve put out some wine and nibbles,” he told us, finishing the setup on the table. “I was just about to light the candles . . . but maybe you had other plans? I see you’ve changed the dress code.”
He looked at Leala without expression or comment; he was simply trying to gauge the new direction. They were both very good at their jobs.
“Light the candles, yes,” Leala said, leaving me standing there stupidly as she adjusted the pillows on the couch. “Pour a glass of wine. Just one for her. Half full. Leave the bottle near the edge of the table, uncorked.”
It was a good thing our situation started how it did and not in any normal way, because I wouldn’t have had the first clue as to how to seduce him. Leala was doing all the heavy lifting.
He was on the castle grounds now. I could feel him winding closer.
“He’s coming,” I said, suddenly out of breath and incredibly nervous. I wasn’t even sure what I was nervous for. I loved him, I wanted him, I wanted us, I wanted this. It was a dream come true to even try for a baby. To be with him, to have a warm home and all these fine things . . .
I felt like I was living in a dreamland.
Leala directed me to the couch and instructed me to lie on the pillows with my upper half propped up, my knees together and to the side, and my hair styled around me on the pillow.
“Now.” She held out her hand while looking at me, and Niles filled it with the glass of wine. She handed it off to me, directing me to hold it near my lips, my elbow resting on the arm of the couch in front of me. She glanced around and then pointed at the light Weston used for reading. “Turn that one on. The rest go off.”
Niles did as instructed before standing behind her, looking down at me as well.
“Perfect,” he said with a nod. “He won’t know up from down when he lays eyes on her.”
A smile spread across Leala’s lips. “Excellent. Okay, let’s get out of here and leave them to it.” She winked at me. “Have fun.”
They both left together, heading out the back way.
“But wait, do I”—I reduced to a murmur when the latch clicked on the secret door—“take a sip?”
Anticipation rolled through the bond as he drew nearer and nearer. I sensed he thought he was going to walk through the door, maybe grab two glasses of wine, one for each of us, and head back to his feast—me.
Instead, he was going to get a little sport.
My own anticipation kicked up, and my stomach started to swirl. He was closer now, in the castle. Even closer, now nearing the hall. Maybe in the hall; I couldn’t tell. The bond was not precise when it came to distance, at least not for me.
My breath kicked up, the wine starting to roll around the glass as my hand shook. I didn’t dare try to take a sip now. I’d end up wearing it.
Just outside, the key scraped the lock. The bolt clicked over.
The door swung open and he stepped into the doorway, all business, looking toward the table . . .
He froze, his gaze snapping to me before slowly sliding over my face and to the half-filled glass, down to my heaving bust and on to my closed legs. His movements turned fluid, graceful, as the predator emerged and he became the alpha someone had dared to defy.
He took one step into the room and closed the door behind him. The metal clinked over, locking us in. My swallow was audible.
“What do you think you are doing, Little Wolf?” he said in a dark, raspy voice.
It was almost like I heard Leala in the back of my head: Now take a sip.
Nonchalant, somehow no longer shaking, I did. The wine was sweet on my tongue; his eyes were fire as they watched.
“I said . . .” He took another step, and I could see his cock straining at his pants. Molten desire seared through the bond. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to be on our bed with your legs spread, waiting for your alpha like a good girl.”