Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75578 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
I throw my arms out to break my fall, but he doesn’t let go.
“I’m not sleeping on the floor,” I maintain.
“Are you forgetting what I know about you, Runt?”
I go for the truth. “My back hurts. I’m not a shifter. My body can’t just take abuse and recover instantly. Sleeping on the floor sucks.”
Wilde’s quiet, like he’s actually considering my argument. “Well, then go sleep on the couch.”
“No. I was here first. I’m sleeping in the bed.” Yes, I’m acting like I’m five years old. Sue me.
“I’m sleeping in my bed, Rayne.”
“Well, so am I. So move over.” I don’t know what possesses me to make that statement.
I must be completely out of my freaking mind. I don’t actually want to spend the night in the same bed as Wilde.
It’s bad enough to sleep in the same room. I’ve barely slept all week!
“Oh yeah? What do you think will happen if I have to sleep next to you?” There’s a threat in Wilde’s voice I don’t understand.
Does he mean it’s so disgusting? Or…
In the next second, he’s rolling me back to the inside of the bed and has me pinned on my belly. His huge form is on top of mine and—
Oh.
Um, wow.
Not disgusted.
No…Wilde is sporting an erection the size of a torpedo, and it’s right between my legs.
“You think,” he rumbles, right against the shell of my ear, “a little slip of girl like you is safe from a big bad wolf?”
I don’t move. My breath comes in fast pants. My legs spread. Not as an invitation–of course not. Just to make room for his huge cock. To keep it from touching me.
But, of course, that isn’t working. Because through his boxer briefs and my panties, I feel his rod pressing right up against my core.
“You think you can crawl in my bed in your panties, and I’m not going to do this?” His hand reaches under my hips to boldly cup my mons.
A shudder ripples through me, and I get wet immediately, soaking the gusset of my panties. I know he can feel it. I desperately want more of his touch, and that makes me angry. I don’t like to be needy with him.
He moves his fingers as he rocks his hips to grind against my ass. “I might pop your cherry in my sleep, Runt. But no” –he lifts his hips and shifts them up a few inches, pressing his cock against the crack of my ass and undulating his fingers between my legs. “I think I’d save your virginity and just take this cute little ass. Because that’s where runts take it, right, Rayne-bow? In the ass?”
I should fight him. I should howl and pitch a fit. Scratch and bite and do whatever I can to get out from under him.
But, instead, my body goes limp with submission. I want more of his obscene touches. The dirty talk. Even his cruelty. I want it all.
I let out a little whimper.
Wilde
The scent of Rayne’s arousal curls into my nostrils, and suddenly, my wolf goes wild.
I’ve never lost control with a female before–neither wolf nor human–but something about having Rayne pinned beneath me and knowing she’s turned on does something to me.
I flip her on her back and shove up her shirt to reveal the most perfect rack I’ve ever seen. She’s small, but her breasts aren’t. They are full and round. Proportional, but fucking spectacular.
What I fail to miss in my frenzy is that I’ve scared the shit out of Rayne.
She fights back, slapping my face and getting one leg free to kick at me.
The slap gets my wolf back under control, but because I’m still a dick, I pin her wrists down beside her head.
And that’s when it happens: Rayne’s eyes turn silver.
Not a glint of silver. Not a reflection of the light.
They change from blue to silver.
Rayne isn’t defective.
She has a she-wolf inside her waiting to get out.
I go still.
She’s still frantically wrestling beneath me, her wolf struggling to get out to help save her.
I’m so captivated by the glimpse of her wolf, I don’t move for a moment, just hold her down and watch her struggle and sweat.
And then I’m jubilant. “Come here.” I leap off the bed and grab her by the waist, hauling her into the air. “You have to see yourself.” I carry her, kicking and fighting, over to the full-length mirror on the back of the door. When I try to drop her onto her feet, she doesn’t stand, too busy flailing.
“Stand up, Rayne.” I set her down in front of me, one hand around her throat, forcing her to look in the mirror.
The silver eyes are gone, though.
I close my fingers around her throat to frighten her and use my free hand to yank up her t-shirt to piss her off.