Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Lauren pushes me away. “Then let me do the work.” We trade places, and she straddles my waist, gripping my dick to rub it through her slick juices.
“Oh, fates.” Pain seizes my temples but only because it’s so good. Only because my wolf is in a frenzy because I haven’t marked her yet. “Lauren, you drive me crazy.” I grip her hips, lifting her up to line up her entrance with the head of my cock. I impale her.
She settles down on my hips with the female version of a growl, rocking forward and back to get in deeper.
So hot. This girl is blowing my mind right now.
I thrust up into her, but she presses down on my shoulders. “I’m driving, baller.”
I force myself to go still for her, and she rides me, finding her own rhythm. She moves to a position that must satisfy her because she stays there, working harder, moving with more intensity. My vision clears enough to see her face scrunching in the cutest look of concentration.
The moment she comes, I go fully blind. I shoot my wad, my hips bucking as I grip her waist and hold her down over me.
Her internal muscles squeeze around my dick, milking it.
I’m not sure if I passed out again or was just swept away with the orgasm, but the next thing I know, Lauren’s hands are covering my eyes.
I hold her wrists to keep her fingers in place. I find the light touch soothing, like she can smooth away the buzzy and spasticity beneath my lids. She doesn’t ask if I’m all right. She’s not telling me to do something like breathe or relax. She’s just here with me, knowing exactly what’s going on and accepting it.
After a few moments, the pain subsides. I gently pull her fingertips away and open my eyes. Thank fuck–I can see her. She’s surrounded with a halo of luminescence, like the moon goddess herself.
She smiles slowly when she realizes I can see again. “You’re back,” she says softly.
“Yeah.”
I pull her down to my chest, the need to mark her passing, replaced by a far more tender urge to simply hold her.
“It’s weird,” I say against her hair. “I’ve lived in Wolf Ridge my whole life. I grew up with my best friends J. J., Markley, Asher and Sebs. And you’re this stranger here–this human I’ve known for less than two months. But for some reason, it feels like you might know me better than anyone.”
Lauren pushes herself back to look at my face. She runs her fingertips lightly around the shells of my ears, sending pops of pleasure through my system.
“Same,” she whispers.
Chapter Twenty
Lauren
I walk through the halls at Wolf Ridge with an odd sense of power coursing through me.
I still haven’t told a soul about drinking that bear brush tea, but I am quite certain it’s the reason I feel so incredible. I woke up this morning with more energy than I’ve ever felt. My ankle still shows the black streaks of poison going up my leg, and it’s still slightly swollen, but it doesn’t hurt at all.
My reflection in the mirror showed a young woman vibrating with well-being and life. I’m luminous. A far cry from the barely-living numb girl incapable of grieving I was just a few weeks ago.
Where I didn’t care about making friends at Wolf Ridge High before, now I look around with an air of benevolent superiority. I suddenly see I can have any friend I want with minimal effort. I realize that’s always been true, but I hadn’t put any effort into it before.
I didn’t believe anyone here was worth my energy, but it was because I wasn’t giving myself any energy. I’d blocked off the flow of my own life force.
When I walk into Chemistry, Abe’s gaze snaps to me, then he quickly looks away. He keeps his head down during class, taking notes–possibly for the first time, ever.
Last night, I felt so connected with him, but today he’s back to pretending I’m nothing. The wound wouldn’t have even hit before. But that was when I didn’t care. When I felt nothing.
Now, it dents me. My magnificent mood caves in on itself.
Abe texts me toward the end of class. You look good enough to eat.
I don’t reply.
Another text comes through: I have a game tonight, but I want to see you.
I ignore it. I’m tired of being his dirty little secret. I don’t like feeling like I’m not good enough because I’m not a wolf.
Somehow, I sense Abe’s agitation from my non-reply. I don’t look his way, but when I get up to leave at the end of class, I feel his gaze burning into my back.
“What’s up, Ice Princess?” one of his cronies–Asher, I think–calls out as he passes me by. He chortles and holds out a fist for Abe to bump, which means he must be right behind me.