Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 105(@200wpm)___ 84(@250wpm)___ 70(@300wpm)
“I can’t imagine you any sweeter.” He paused at the bank of the river.
I was transfixed by him always, but in the morning light he looked especially dreamy. Shadows cast across his highly angled cheekbones, hair rumpled with sleep and his feet still bare and collecting dampness from the grass.
“Join me for a skinny dip?” He breathed against my lips, already slipping his hands under my robe and pushing it over my shoulders. I shuddered with the cool morning air, nipples puckering under his intense gaze.
“I guess I don’t have a choice?” I was already weak in the knees when his fingers slipped under the spaghetti straps of my nightie, satin fabric rushing down my shoulders and landing in the grass at our feet.
“You have a choice in all things, Shayla,” he whispered as he turned me away from him, hands at my thighs and lips at my ear, “but not this thing.”
I felt him fumble as my eyes scanned the dense forest that surrounded this cold-water creek. I sucked in a breath and dipped my toe into the clear water, a school of minnows darting away into the rocky abyss as I felt Brett’s rock hard arousal grazing the curve of my ass cheek. I shuddered, my body constantly on alert and always aroused with him around.
“So sensitive.” He drew a finger up the center of my torso, slipping his five fingers between my breasts and then cupping each one softly, playing with the round flesh before whispering at my ear. “I can smell how much your body needs what only I can give it.”
His other hand latched at the juncture of my thighs, forcing me to my tiptoes as he pushed us deeper into the water, the sensations of his hands on me, and the cool water slowly swallowing and numbing my skin, too much to bear.
“Brett--” I grunted eagerly when he hooked a finger inside of my body, and then more as the cold water reached past my hips, then swallowed his hands as my hips began working against him, seeking more pressure.
“Eager and sweet, I couldn’t love you anymore. When I found you, my mate, I found my forever.”
I was submerged to the tips of my breasts then, my nipples aching as the piercing needles of cold river water sliced open my skin, his words devouring my soul and laying all of me open for him.
I was his. From the moment I’d stumbled upon his broken body, I’d signed myself over to his mercy. He was moody and abrasive and had me completely captivated.
I was his.
My arms circled Brett’s neck, my bare chest pressed to his as the water lapped gently at our skin. His lips worked against my neck, the push of his cock against my hot center sending me into rapid overdrive.
“Please, fuck me, Brett. Make me yours.”
I felt his muscles grow underneath me, his size nearly doubling, only the tops of his muscled shoulders dancing above the water line. He was normally thick, but every fiber and cell seemed stretched to maximum capacity, his body’s ability to efficiently grow as the adrenaline pushed his inner Wolf into being. He was beautiful, and I’d never felt so loved as when I was with him like this. Connected, with words like “forever” on our lips.
The wind spun through the leaves above our heads, waves lapping the shore and causing sparrows to pierce the air with wild warnings. Brett suddenly became quiet, his body rigid and not moving. The color of his eyes swiftly changing from gray to a deep yellow-amber, letting me know that the Wolf was the one taking control.
“Someone is close. I can smell them. It’s the same men who attacked me.” He whispered, his voice hoarse, almost animalistic. “I have to shift. I can’t shift when they’re closer. It’s too dangerous.” He searched my eyes, trying to make sure I understood. I nodded my head, rushing to get my clothes on.
“Hurry up. If they see any part of your flesh I may have to kill them, not just scare them the fuck off.”
“We don’t have time for that nonsense. Hurry up and shift,” I ordered, fear freezing my veins.
Chapter 6
Shayla
Watching Brett shift was one of the most mesmerizing things I’d ever experienced. It was poetry in motion. Anyone that has never seen it would believe the horror films, fearing it was this grotesque deformity. But the reality was there were no snapping sounds of bones breaking and moving to take on a new form. Instead it was like some form of magic affair, smooth, like a dance. Watching my mate shift was transcending.
“Look, Joey, it’s the mutt. Guess we didn’t take care of it the first time. And looky here, he brought us a little snack.”
As they came closer to me, Brett leaped at them, grabbing Joey’s arm so quickly that the human eye could barely see it. Joey fell to the ground, distracting the other guy long enough for me to grab my gun and shoot him in the foot. He howled, falling on the ground.