Total pages in book: 203
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 199654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 998(@200wpm)___ 799(@250wpm)___ 666(@300wpm)
“You ignoring me?”
She doesn’t answer.
“Why?” I ask. “Because I’m pissed off about not being able to get out of here? Because I’m pissed I can’t do much to keep you safe from these fuckers? You’re mad at me for being pissed off that I’m in a cage, unable to shift, not able to protect you?”
“Fuck you, Jason,” she fires back.
“Fuck me?” I ask and let out a low, astonished laugh. “You know what? We’ll talk about all this shit when we get out of this mess you dropped us in.”
“Oh, I’m the one who put us here, am I? Get real.”
“You’re the one who made it so I can’t get us out of this.”
“Or maybe you being in under that magic is why you’re conscious. Maybe they would’ve done something worse to you if I hadn’t put you there. Maybe I saved your life. But forget it. Sit there and be mad if you want but I don’t want to talk about it, so feel free to ignore me like you usually do.”
Fuck, she’s being feisty. And it’s a direct line to my cock. Too bad I can’t use it on her right now, give her an attitude adjustment.
“Got nothing to say to me, huh?” I challenge. “Nothin’ at all to say about the fact that we’ve just found out you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“I have nothing more to say to you. As far as I can tell, probably nothing ever again.” She folds her arms across her chest, pushing her tits up higher, giving me a fantastic view that I feel zero guilt for drinking in.
A spark lights up inside me, an overwhelming urge to grab her and kiss that angry look off her face. Kiss her with everything I’ve got and watch her melt into one of those expressions she always aims at me when she thinks I’m not paying attention. I want one of those and this time, I suspect I’ll pay very close attention.
Yeah, giving myself permission today to look at her, really look at her, I’m very much looking forward to getting free of this bubble and giving Bailey Blackwood that attitude adjustment.
“Thinkin’ your tune’ll change after I kiss that angry look off your face and introduce you to my knot and my canine teeth,” I say.
And I could have never, ever in a million years predicted how good it would feel to say something like this to Bailey. But watching the shocked pink hit her face before it turns angry is a beautiful thing.
She asks, “Oh, so now you decide you want me?”
I smile. “Fate decided it, kiddo.”
She scowls at me, somehow angrier, then matter-of-factly announces, “Well, guess what, Jason Creed? I, Bailey Blackwood, reject you.”
I laugh.
This makes her even angrier. And it makes emotion swell up in me. Strange emotion that I’ve never experienced before.
“You’re not rejecting me, Bay,” I say, my voice coming out rough. “You’ve been in love with me since you were twelve years old.”
“Eight,” she corrects. “Maybe even six. But fuck you, Jason. I finally see you for who you are, and I want nothing to do with you.”
“We’ll see what happens when I pull you close to me, give you what you’ve been waiting for.”
More pink in her cheeks. And the even more intense scent of warm apples with a nuance that makes me smile wide.
“Fuckin’ fuck me. Bailey Blackwood’s wet for me again,” I say, pulling that sweet scent in, wanting to fucking bathe in it. “And now that I know you’re mine, I’m lookin’ forward to finally doing something about it.”
And I think her head is about to explode. Her head and my jeans.
Ignoring the daggers she’s trying to fire at me from her eyes, I take in a long, slow visual drink of her. The cleavage. That pouty mouth. All the shiny hair. The sultry librarian in eyeglasses who hasn’t got a clue how many boners get sprung for her every day. No, not me. Until now. Because I wouldn’t play with Grey’s sister. Not in a million years. But now she’s not only Grey’s sister. She’s mine.
I don’t even mind the daggers, actually, because she’s looking at me with all that fire.
I chuckle darkly and watch a swallow work down her throat. My gums itch, a weird sensation, and damn, do I ever want to taste her skin, sink my teeth into that creamy, pulsating spot by her collarbone.
She’s furious with me. And she’s very fucking attractive when she’s angry. Yeah, my mate is fucking pretty. Damn, but I’ve got my work cut out for me. But I like a challenge, which I don’t often get with the fairer sex, so I’m almost hoping she doesn’t give in too soon.
Footsteps.
I move to the bottom of the stairs.
The younger guy comes halfway down, extending a phone. “Go ahead. It’s your friend.”