Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69734 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
My balls draw up tight and start to pump. Almost too late, I remember to pull out.
“No!” Carlotta sounds almost offended. Like she, too, was on the brink of ecstasy. I fist my dick and give it two tugs before I come all over her ass.
“No,” she sobs.
“I know.” My voice is rough and guttural. “You didn’t get to come.” I reach around and stroke her clit. It’s swollen, the little nub standing out from the hood. Even though I’m still catching my breath, I force my shaking digit to be gentle. I take a slow gander around her clit.
Her exhale is another sob.
One more circle.
She starts to buck her hips.
Halfway around the third, she comes. I shove two fingers inside her, so she has something to squeeze around. Her orgasm continues, muscles squeezing, her hips undulating and jerking. It’s magnificent.
She collapses in a limp heap when it’s over.
That’s when I mentally freak. Because my instinct is to cover her body with my own. To wrap my arms around her and kiss that sweet-smelling, slender neck.
But I can’t. I won’t.
I release her all at once, shoving backward at the same time I shift, praying she doesn’t catch sight of my human form.
My brain tells me to leave her. To run fast and catch up with the pack. Or better yet, disappear, so there’s no awkward moment back at the pack hall with her trying to figure out who I am.
My wolf won’t let me. It would be ungentlemanly to screw my mate and then leave her while she’s still on her knees. I nudge her with my snout to get her up and moving. I don’t mean to be affectionate. It’s the last thing I want to be with her, but I end up licking her ear.
Then I get a grip on myself. I nudge her again, and when she still doesn’t move, I give her thigh a tiny nip.
That sends her into action. She shifts into her wolf form–a sleek white wolf with jade green eyes. I can’t help but notice how our wolves complement each other. My large black a match to her small white. Both of us with green eyes. Her wolf is slender, but elegant. She stands for a moment, her head swiveling in the direction the wolf pack left, then back toward the way she came.
To my relief, she veers away in the direction she came.
I watch her trot away. She moves slowly at first, as if her legs don’t remember how to work. Then she gains her stride, and soon she’s bounding down the mountain as fast as she was running when she arrived.
Good. She’s not interested in knowing who I am.
In that case, there may be a next time.
The idea of stalking her late at night, fucking her hard from behind, and never letting her see my face is not just deeply satisfying–
It might be the only way I survive the rest of this year.
Chapter Three
Lotta
I run toward the rear of the school, my body still alight from what happened on the mountain.
I can’t believe it. I’ve never had sex on a full moon run before. I never even had the desire. Tonight, I was incapable of refusing that male from the moment I caught his scent. I wanted sex like I’ve never wanted it before.
Ugh. This is why I didn’t want to shift.
I didn’t want to give into my wolf nature and get entangled here in Wolf Ridge. Yet, I can’t deny how satisfying it was to allow my animal side out. And I don’t mean for the run although that felt amazing, too.
I mean the wild, rough sex.
I’m still feverish and hot. Trembling with desire for that male. Both satisfied and needy at once.
Who was he?
I kind of love that he didn’t allow me to see him. He doesn’t want me to know who he is. That means he’s not looking to tie me down here.
And he was careful with me. He pulled out, even though I desperately wanted him to come inside me. He had more control than I did.
He’s older, perhaps. Certainly far more dominant.
What does the intense reaction I had to him mean? He’s not–he can’t be–my mate.
Or is he?
Fuck.
If we’re mates, he would’ve recognized it first. Males have an easier time identifying the scent of their mate than she-wolves.
He would have known it the moment he picked up the chase.
Yet he didn’t want me to know who he was.
Does that mean he’s already mated?
Oh, Fate.
The idea turns my stomach. Did I just have sex with another woman’s boyfriend or husband? That’s disgusting.
But of course, if I’m his fated mate, he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself. Not under the full moon in his wolf form. No matter his commitment to another female, the full moon runs reveal our most authentic nature. We can’t stop our urge to hunt. To screw. And if nature shows us our true fated mate, to claim.