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)
It only helped a miniscule amount because for the last few hours I’ve felt like I’m gearing up for a fight. It’s not good. I can’t be beating the snot out of my council brothers. This isn’t their fault.
She often helps Joel and Linc with research. The pack doesn’t call her our very own Wikipedia for nothing. And today, I paid even closer attention to this.
Watching her work, listening to her talk things out with those guys… despite that she impresses me with her fact-finding skills, with the way she thinks, and how she naturally fits as if she’s our unofficial eighth council member – it was all clouded by those guys being far too close.
Of course I know they’re my brothers; they’d never even look at her the wrong way and would put their own necks on the line to protect her. Still, it doesn’t matter… the jealousy and possessiveness is built-in. I’ve heard about it. I’ve witnessed it. I definitely dreaded it. But I’ve never fully appreciated it until now.
Now I know why males feel jealous. Now I know firsthand because I don’t want her in reaching distance of them. I don’t want her in sniffing distance. And I can’t even handle her smiling at them – it makes my blood boil. Because I want it all. I want her touch. Her fragrance. Her undivided attention. I want her all to myself. But she refuses to give me any of it.
The guys have broken off to go work more on the Jared and Cicely thing and despite the steady flow all day of my pack members as well as Brody’s pack traipsing in and out, we’re alone. Finally.
After watching her at her computer for a while, she moves to the back corner, shelving books, pretending I’m not here.
I stroll up and cage her against the bookshelf with my hands holding onto shelves on either side of her.
Her shoulders bunch up and she stays frozen.
Being this close, being alone, finally it feels like some of the tension is leaving my body.
Fuck, the scent of her has me ready. My cock is painfully hard, my nuts are aching like they’ve never ached. I think I’ve got the worst case of blue balls known to super-alphas since the beginning of time. And my gums have been aching for days, too. Like a teething pup. Because I need to sink my canines into that mouthwatering spot by her collarbone. I want my mark on her. I want her marks on me. Teeth marks. Nail marks. Her scent.
But I can’t touch her. Can’t put my mouth on her. Can’t even touch her soft-looking hair. Forty-eight hours to go. It feels like forever, but it’s progress from seventy-two and this helps me to push my frustration aside for the moment.
She ducks, about to scoot under my arm, but I drop my hands down a shelf, effectively trapping her.
She spins around to face me, fiery-eyed.
“You fight dirty, Jason Creed.”
“Damn right it’s gonna be dirty, Bay. You’ve known me your whole life. Do I or do I not bring my A-game every time?
“That’s the problem, Jase. This is a game to you.”
“But you already know I’m a fierce competitor. And it should say somethin’ to you that this? This is the most important game to me. I’m ready for my prize. A prize I never knew was mine and one that I’m beyond ready to win.”
Anger gives way to something else as her eyes scan my frame and I watch her lashes lower just slightly as her gaze traces my mouth.
Is she affected by my proximity? Of course she is. She was affected before. Does she feel it more intensely now that Fate decided it’s time?
“Hey,” I whisper, before I give her a smile.
She swallows. My eyes zero in on her mouth as she moistens her lips. I can’t believe how sexy her mouth is.
It’s a good thing I never noticed, because it would’ve been a betrayal to Grey to even look. I guess I just never thought to look at her this way. She was always around, always Bailey, and unfortunately, the fact that I didn’t take notice stings for her now. But what sort of creep pays attention to a female blossoming when she’s eight years younger? When she’s his best friend’s little sister who’s made it obvious she’s got a crush on you? And maybe I thought of her as family, I don’t know. I do know I’ve slapped more than a few betas upside their heads for remarks they’ve made about her rack or her ass. Though I’ve done that when they’ve talked that way about other girls in the pack, too. Not just Bailey.
“What do you want from me?” she demands.
“You know what I want, Bay,” I rasp, moving in a little closer, mindful I don’t let the magnetic pull cloud my sense of self-preservation. I don’t need to get shocked again. “I want it all. Call Danica and tell her to call it off. Let me touch you. Let’s get started on that happily-ever-after.”