Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65066 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Good girl,” he rumbles and in an instant I’m content. Maybe he knows what I am. At least, on some level. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it.
With one final squeeze, he rises and clears the table.
“Time to go, Kit. You wanna wrap up in that blanket?”
“What?”
“You need clothes. You can wear my flannel, but wrap up in that blanket so I can take you out.”
Grizz
Jordy blinks at me.
“Kit, let’s get a move on.”
It’s bad enough that she’s looking at me with big baby doll eyes. Her scent surrounds me, sweet as fuck, and I’m thinking about my fantasy in the club last night. A sexy little piece who will trot around my home in a shirt and no panties, drop to her knees whenever I want. Here she is, but I can’t touch her. She belongs to a vampire.
She plucks at the shirt that swallows her small body. “I can borrow this?”
“Yeah, seeing as you got nothing else to wear. We’ll get you clothes first thing.”
With a sassy smile, she slips it off.
“Kit…” My mouth is dry. I saw her naked in the club and this morning when she tried to run away, but somehow, having her in my den is different. Her pale body is freckled, her torso slender and thighs sturdy. She looks like she belongs here. My mouth waters.
Before I can ask what she’s doing, she pulls my shirt around her, leaving her arms free, and buttons it up almost all the way. The middle button ends up between her breasts and the shirt clings to her. She takes the arms and wraps them around her like a belt. “There,” she smiles, pleased. The shirt dress ends about mid thigh and leaves her shoulders bare, but it’s enough coverage to hit the surplus store.
“Good enough,” I say, and it comes out a growl. Not surprising, I’m pretty close to tossing her over my shoulder and taking her back into the bedroom. ‘Cause that’ll teach her to trust me.
I shrug on my jacket as Jordy sticks her feet into my extra pair of Timberlands. The boots are enormous but she stuffs paper around the socks.
I check my pocket for my flask and weapons, taking care to hide what I’m packing from Jordy. “Let’s go.”
Outside she waits and watches me switch out the license plates on the truck.
“This truck is hot,” I explain.
“Hot?”
“Stolen.”
She cocks her head to the side. “Why did you steal it?”
“Couldn’t take you on the bike.”
A sigh escapes her. She’s gnawing on her lip, staring out over the valley.
“What is it?” I ask.
“Grizz, seriously, why am I here? Augustine isn’t gonna like it.”
“You call him master and sometimes Augustine.”
She flushes, her eyes meeting the ground.
“It’s not a judgment. I’m just curious about it. The dom submissive stuff is a game.”
“It isn’t,” she insists.
I raise a brow at her as I haul my tool box back to the shed.
“It is, and it isn’t,” she falters. “You know how important dominance and submission is to shifters. We live and die by it.”
“Yeah, but the sexual part. I don’t get it.”
She gnaws her lip, staring up at me. I’m about to order her to stop biting her lip before she chaps it, when she blurts, “Haven’t you ever wanted to give someone everything? Prove how much you love them?”
She presses forward, laying a hand on my chest, right over my heart. Her touch hits me like a Taser. I jerk but she doesn’t notice. Her eyes are wide, rapt, and words rush from her like she’s been holding them in all her life. “Haven’t you wanted to love someone so much you’d do anything, even let them drag you beyond the boundaries of normal, into forbidden territory? And you go with them, just to show how much you trust them. You’d do anything for them. You’d give your life, your heart, your pain, and it’d be a pleasure.”
The air leaves my lungs. “Jordy—”
“Don’t you want a love like that?” She has both hands on me now, her little fingers fisting in my leather jacket. “If you found it, wouldn’t you do anything to hold on to it?”
I take her wrists. “Kit—”
“Wouldn’t you?”
I stare at her. She’s got a clear blue ring around her eyes but it fades to brown close to the pupil. Her lips are plump and soft. She’s up on tiptoe, her whole body thrown into convincing me of what she’s saying, hoping I’ll understand.
I hate to disappoint her. “No, Kit. I can’t say that I would.”
It hurts watching the light fade from her face. She starts to pull away and I grip her wrists tighter.
“Did you love Augustine?” My words come out a growl.
She bites her lip and looks away. I take hold of her chin and turn her face back to mine. “Answer me.” My bear is clawing my insides, roaring to break free.