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)
He thinks about that for a long second, his finger slowly circling my clit.
“I’ll help you in exchange for one thing.”
“One thing what?”
“One pup. You deliver me one heir, and I’ll ensure that your little pack doesn’t get wiped off the face of the earth.”
“You’re going to force me to have your baby?”
He shakes his head at me. “I’m not going to force a damn thing. You’re going to present your pussy to me for breeding when I want it for as long as I want it, and I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied you’re good and bred. Understand?”
He places his hand under my chin and turns my head to look at him. It’s awkward because he’s behind me.
“You agree?”
I don’t want to agree, but there are machines that tear through old growth trees like toothpicks. The forest is almost gone, and once it’s gone, it’s over.
His knot is starting to soften inside me, enough that I can wriggle off his cock. I do just that, glad to be free of being stuck to him. This man is dangerous. He’s absolutely fucking lethal, and the deal he just tried to make with me is insane. He wants to use my body to make him a baby.
“You have any other kids?”
“No,” he says.
“Really? Because you came up with that breeding idea really fast. Kind of seems like it might be something you’ve thought about before.”
He smirks at me. “I guess I just never found anyone I want to breed this bad before. You’re it, baby, and I am going to make you swell.”
He rubs his hand over my lower belly suggestively. I feel a little tingle of excitement, and another pang of something like fear. This is pure insanity, but I can’t help it. Right now, I’m filled with his seed. It’s already starting to drip out of me, making a mess of his pants.
“Fine. I’ll see you in a month if this doesn’t work.”
“Oh, no. You’re not going anywhere. You need me to stop that logging? You need to be available to me for fucking.”
“You stop the logging today.”
“I’ll not only stop the logging, I’ll make those bastards put the trees back,” Karl promises me, pressing his mouth to my neck, and kissing me roughly under the earlobe.
He’s an asshole, but I think I believe him.
“Alright,” I say. “You need to come with me now, then.”
“Wait,” he says.
“What?”
“I need to know your name.”
“Ellie,” I say.
“Ellie…” He draws it out, as if waiting for a last name. I don’t have one. Humans have last names. I’m lucky to have a first one.
“Ellie,” I repeat.
He nods.
We go.
CHAPTER 3
Ellie
The drive out to the middle of nowhere takes the better part of a day. The closer I get to home, the more excited I get. The more excited I get, the more I worry that I shouldn’t be excited at all. We have been looking for a solution for so long, since we woke up one day to the sound of falling timber and the certainty that the only home we’ve ever known would be erased.
My pussy is aching and I am struggling with myself. I hate having to come to someone like this for help. I hate that my whole life is falling apart and coming down to what’s between my legs.
“So, what did happen to your face?” I decide to make some small talk.
He frowns at me for a second, then he seems to remember he has a scar.
“None of your business,” he says.
I don’t say anything back. I feel a little chastised, but I know it was kind of a rude question. Whatever happened to his face, it was nasty and cruel. Something he didn’t deserve probably, because it looks old.
“My father threw an axe at me when I was fifteen,” he says after a couple of minutes of silence.
“The fuck? Why? Was it an accident?”
“He was trying to kill me.”
“Oh. Sorry.”
He shrugs. “I deserved it.”
“What the hell could you have done at fifteen to deserve an axe to the face?”
“I was trying to kill him.”
Karl’s answers are blunt and honest, and somehow they still reveal absolutely nothing. That is a wild trick.
“Can I ask why?”
“No.”
“Okay.” I look out the window and I watch the world slide by. I’ve fucked up by asking Karl Dulac for his help. I could have done anything else. I could have done an online fundraiser. I could have baked cookies and sold them at a roadside stand. I could have done literally anything except this.
He’s one fucked-up man. Even for a shifter, he’s fucked.
When he fucked me, he made me feel like I was the only female he had ever wanted. There was a hint of softness in his brutality, a little spark of something I convinced myself was kindness. I don’t know if it is anymore.