Total pages in book: 202
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 193561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 968(@200wpm)___ 774(@250wpm)___ 645(@300wpm)
I’m more than Greyson Blackwood, fourth born of the current council alphas of Arcana Falls. I’ll soon learn what it means to be not only part of the Young coven, but the coven head, the only male member. A wolf shifter warlock.
21
Stacy
I’m putting away the vacuum cleaner when Greyson’s scent assaults my senses. More than usual. It’s as if his fragrance, his vibrations, they hit something deeper within me – maybe to do with my wolf. I ponder this for a beat as I stand frozen, with the vacuum cord in my hand.
It’s like his scent speaks to the most primal part of me, making me hyperaware of my wolf. It’s an odd sensation – as if my wolf jumps to attention within me. Ready for something. Eager for it.
I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s as if the volume of my mate is turned way up to every single part of me. Voice, scent, presence. Connection.
I hear him speaking.
Yes, something is different. Something is very different with my wolf. Everything suddenly feels very, very strange. Vivid? I’m on edge, ready to spring up like a Jack-in-the-box. But for what?
Then again, things have been a bit different the past few days and not just because I’ve been in the midst of what I can only imagine must be an ongoing state of fight or flight.
I clumsily finish looping the cord and pace, impatient to touch him, suspecting he’s talking to the men he has guard the house as he usually does for a minute each time he comes and goes.
I’m like a coiled spring in here. Though, really, I haven’t been able to relax since… who knows when? Certainly not since I got here. And it’s been worse the past few days as I’ve processed Wyatt’s latest actions and braced for what might be next. And now the tension feels like it has expanded ten-fold because of this odd new sensation inside me.
Particularly the past few days, since Wyatt’s most recent attack, my mind has constantly felt like it’s racing. To combat it, I’ve been as busy as I can make myself in Grey’s home. Shifting to and from my wolf form, because it feels like I need to do that. While I haven’t been able to go out for any runs with the security issues and how busy Greyson has been, being able to shift at will has helped with my state of mind.
While Grey isn’t being unkind or impatient, I’m feeling like he’s frustrated.
I’ve been woken by his mouth or his erection each morning, but he hasn’t been bossy in bed again, hasn’t even been verbally communicative with me during the act. It’s still incredibly satisfying, but there’s an uncomfortable element as he’s taken up a different sort of communication via forced eye contact the last few times, holding my face and it’s as if he’s trying to pry his way into my mind, to communicate with me through eye contact. And the things I think he communicates leave me unsure, tense, and sometimes this culminates in harder thrusting or deeper growls.
It’s like there’s something he needs from me that he’s not getting. But I don’t know what it is or how to give it to him. Miraculously, he’s still incredibly attentive, kind, and nurturing when he is here, though he’s been gone a lot since my brother’s latest attack.
He goes for runs each morning with his pack’s council members. He’s often gone to the other council members’ houses to work on the Wyatt issues. He kisses me goodbye and kisses me hello but he’s in a rush. I know he’s focused on looking after his people, and there’s also the things happening with The Collective to do with Riley Savage and his witch mate, so I’ve just been here in this beautiful house. Cleaning it until every inch sparkles, organizing every nook and cranny. The house wasn’t disorganized before, but now there’s not a speck of dust anywhere I can reach and everything within closets, drawers, and so forth are precisely organized. I’ve done some disaster preparedness, too, which might not be necessary, but it’s in my nature – particularly because in Silver Hills a disaster always seems to either be in progress or at the very least … looming.
The past few nights he’s gotten into bed after I’m already there and just pulled me close and purred for me until I’ve gotten so drowsy I’ve had no choice but to succumb to sleep. But we’ve only had brief conversations during the waking hours.
I know there’s a lot going on. I know my presence accounts for a lot of why. I suspect that’s why Grey’s father was how he was when he drove me to Greyson at that cabin the other day.
The older near carbon copy of Grey (except for his eyes, which are a darker brown) wasn’t unfriendly. Grey asked me if he was terse with me and he wasn’t that, but he also wasn’t warm and welcoming either, at least not the way Grey’s sister and stepmom are. I can hardly blame Mr. Blackwood if he’s wary of me. Besides, he was taking me to a crime scene and would’ve been worried about what happened there. I didn’t take his demeanor personal.