Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 301(@200wpm)___ 241(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
The question makes both his brows hit his hairline.
“You really want to fight, huh?” He lowers his voice and his tone. “This is going to be painful for you, Ellie.”
“I don’t care. I’m not staying here,” I tell him. “I don’t belong in the city. You do. The boys do. But I don’t.”
“Where do you think you belong?”
He seems strangely unbothered for a man who was planning to keep me and breed me and turn me into his perfect little mate.
“I belong in the woods. I belong dirty. I belong struggling. I don’t deserve things or want things.”
“I’m not going to let you run wild.”
Oh, I understand why he wasn’t worried. He wasn’t taking me seriously.
“I’m a wolf. You don’t have any choice.”
He smiles at me, his eye lighting up with pleasure. “I can keep you captive if you like. But we had a deal…”
“Our deal was I get the forest. I didn’t get the forest. The deal is void.”
He frowns slightly, and I wonder if I’ve hurt him. Karl doesn’t seem to be the sort of man who has feelings. He was an enforcer before he was an alpha, and enforcer is just a fancy name for executioner. We met because he was trying to kill me.
“We’re in love,” he says. “I know we are.”
“That wasn’t part of the deal.”
I’m being a bitch. A huge fucking bitch. I know it, and knowing it makes me feel worse, but doesn’t make me stop. If anything, it makes it worse. I am completely spiraling right now.
He pulls me close and kisses me, roughly, deeply, possessively.
“You’re being a little monster,” he growls in my ear. “Do you want me to treat you like one?”
A little thrill runs through me. I do want a distraction from how much I am hating myself in this moment. All the guilt and the regret, the things I feel I should have done, and the things I realize I shouldn’t have.
“You’re still mine,” he tells me. “I’ve claimed you. I’ve made you mine, and no matter what you do, you can’t escape.”
“Bet I can,” I mutter.
He gives me a look as I challenge him, wearing an expression that makes me feel even more excitement.
He rips the rest of my clothes off in two rough swipes.
“You’re staying here, and you’re going to learn to be civilized, just like your brothers. You’re going to have my babies and you’re going to be happy.”
He picks me up, throws me down on the bed, and strips himself just as swiftly. “You’re being an absolute brat,” he says. “The boys were no trouble at all compared to you.”
I sit up.
He pushes me back down, his big hand splayed across my chest.
“Stay,” he growls.
I don’t stay. I sit up again. He pushes me down once more, and I enjoy the feeling of him taking control.
I feel so terribly animal, so utterly fucking feral. I don’t just want to have sex with him. I want him to dominate me so ruthlessly there’s nothing to think about except how much I need him.
Sex is my savior. It’s the only thing that turns my brain off.
Karl understands that, and our rough chemistry flares into life as he pins me back against the bed, spreads my legs with his other hand, keeps them spread with one thigh, and starts spanking my pussy with sharp, whipping strokes of his fingers.
“Ow!” I complain.
It does nothing for me. He doesn’t show me any mercy, and I don’t want him to. I want this to hurt. The more he spanks my pussy, the more my clit tingles and stings, and the wetter I get. I writhe as he punishes me.
“You’re such a fucking feral little animal,” he growls. “You know how many females would do anything to be in this bed?”
“They’d be too fucking terrified,” I shoot back.
“You might be right,” he grins. “You’ve never been as afraid of me as you should be.”
I would respond, but I can’t because he is swiping his fingers along my drenched slit and pressing them against the tight bud of my ass.
“No,” I whine.
“Yes,” he counters. “After all of that attitude? You are going to take a long, hard ass fucking from me. A rare time I don’t feel the need to breed you. You’re probably already bred anyway. Just haven’t started to swell yet.”
That thought, along with the slow but deliberately dominant invasion of my ass puts me in a completely different headspace. What if it’s all over already? What if I am already destined to have his baby?
“You’d do this to the mother of your pups?”
“I’d do this and so much more,” he confirms, twisting his fingers deep in my ass. “We haven’t had enough time to really explore our dynamic, or for you to understand what I expect from you. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll teach you how to behave. You’re going to give me any of these holes I want, aren’t you?”