Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“I’m not trying to be doom and gloom, but it is going to happen,” Rocco said.
“You truly believe that?” Rose asked.
“I’ve gotten my hopes up not too long ago, only to have them dashed. Trust me, I don’t want to believe it, but I’m waiting for the moment when he turns.”
Rose felt the sadness envelop her. “I don’t like that. All he was trying to do was make sure people didn’t feel the loss of their dogs. He was trying to do something good, and a stupid doctor did this to him.”
She rested her head on Rocco’s shoulder, and it felt good to lean on him. She didn’t know what to expect. When he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her in close, she was surprised. Then he kissed the top of her head.
“I know,” he said.
Rose had never been kissed. That is what she admitted to Graham the last time she sat with him. It was why she was a little obsessed when it came to the prospect of her mate finally kissing her. She and Rocco hadn’t kissed.
Closing her eyes, she allowed her wolf to enjoy the moment. They did still struggle. Part of her wanted to kick his ass, beat the crap out of him, and ignore him. Another part of her, the one she couldn’t deny, craved rubbing her body over his. It was insane.
“I’m sorry,” Rocco said.
This made her lift up. “You’re sorry?”
“Yeah, because no matter what reasons I’ve got for my actions, none of them are valid. I shouldn’t have freaked out and rejected you. I should have seen you as the gift you are.”
Rose couldn’t look away. He was saying all the right things.
He reached out, stroking her cheek, tucking some of her hair behind her ear, and then seemed to trace the curve of her ear, drawing down toward her lips, where he touched the outside curve.
She didn’t know if he was getting closer to her, or if she was getting closer to him. Either way, his face was near hers, and then she felt the fan of his breath, and it felt nice.
She didn’t want to close that distance, and then didn’t have to make that choice, as Rocco suddenly gripped the back of her head and kissed her. This was not a gentle kiss, not that Rose was looking for gentle. She didn’t know what she was looking for, but her wolf liked this kiss. It was demanding, almost cruel with need, and felt so incredibly good. Within seconds, they both lost control.
Rose didn’t know how she managed it, but she somehow ended up straddling his waist, feeling the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her pussy. She wore a very loose skirt, and he was able to move it out of the way. His hands went to her naked thighs, gripping the flesh, before sliding back toward her ass, tightening his grip on the cheeks.
Rose released a sigh, and then a moan, unable to contain her need for him. It felt so hungry, so desperate, and she didn’t want it to stop.
The kiss deepened, and Rocco’s tongue traced across her bottom lip and then pressed forward. She met him, stroke for stroke, tasting him. At the same time, she felt arousal hit her hard and fast, and she couldn’t stop it or contain it. All she felt was a bundle of need, that only Rocco could handle.
This was the only man she wanted. All her life, she’d been waiting for her mate, and now he’d finally arrived.
He grabbed her panties, and before she could stop him, he tore them right off her body. The sound of the fabric tearing filled the air, making her gasp, and then his hands had nothing between them.
Rose didn’t know if she should tell him to stop or keep going. Stopping seemed out of the question. She didn’t want him to stop.
He tightened his grip on her ass, and Rose rested her hands on his shoulders, and then forced herself to stop kissing him. She needed to find some clarity, to know what the hell she was doing. This didn’t help. His cock pressed against her now naked core, and she groaned his name, and then closed the distance between them once again and kissed him hard.
He let out a growl and Rose’s wolf felt it.
This was not a growl to stop but to keep going. She didn’t want to stop. This growl felt like one of ownership, like he couldn’t help but want her, and she wanted him so badly.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he asked.
“No.”
He grabbed one of her hands and moved it between her thighs, pressing it against the crotch of his pants. She held onto his rock-hard cock.
“This is what you do to me, Rose.”