Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
He began to rock inside her, slowly at first, and she felt every inch of him as he sank deep within her. She didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t disappoint. The pleasure was intense and it flooded her with every passing second.
He gripped her ass tightly, and she knew she was going to have bruises tomorrow. He leaned her back against the tree, then reached down between them and began to stroke her clit.
Astrid knew she had felt pleasure before this, but now as he built her need up again, this time it felt different. With his large cock inside her, she had something to squeeze onto, and Lord grunted as well. The sounds he made seemed to arouse her even more.
She didn’t want him to stop. It was like fire. Even more than that. Wildfire?
She felt consumed, and as Lord threw her over the edge, Astrid knew she would never be the same again.
This was more than she could have imagined.
****
Lord stared down at the ground.
Astrid lay on the ground at the base of his favorite tree with the evidence on her thighs of what they had done last night. The sun was due to rise within the hour, and he had to get her home. Last night was a big fucking mistake.
He had never ventured to the house on a full moon. After a run, he always stayed at this fucking tree, because he liked it.
The house had called to him. Even as he tried to ignore it, he found himself fighting, but the front door was there, and he hoped Astrid would open it. No, he had hoped she would be sane enough to stay indoors or at least go to sleep. He would have stayed at that door all night long. Of course, Astrid hadn’t been fucking sane.
She opened the door, and then it was like he lost all sense of control. Where he’d been completely naked, as he’d stripped out of his clothes to go for his run, Astrid had been in full pajamas. He hadn’t been happy about those clothes, and the moment he got her out to his favorite spot, those clothes had gone.
He wanted her completely naked and at his mercy. He’d gotten her, and she was a virgin. The evidence was still on her thighs, along with the evidence of his spilled seed. Last night had been a total fucking disaster.
He paced the spot on the ground. What had he done? There was no way he could tell anyone about this. He had never been with a human woman. He’d never ... what the fuck had happened last night? He recalled the pain Astrid had been in, and he felt his dick respond and knew he had somehow taken the pain completely away from her.
There was no way he was going to leave her here. Part of him was tempted to be the asshole and push her away. Instead, he reached down, picked her up in his arms, and Astrid didn’t wake. She settled right against him, and she should know not to trust him. He wasn’t a good man. She should get as far away from him as possible.
Lord carried her back to their home, and during the journey, he tried to come up with the best way of dealing with this. He could see where this went, and he entered a new chapter with his relationship with Astrid.
They could ignore what happened tonight. Or, he could be a dick and push her away. He didn’t like any of the options. At the same time, he couldn’t help but see Astrid, swollen and pregnant with his child. He couldn’t seem to get that out of his mind. Lord didn’t want to have kids, yet she was all he could think about.
They had sex. Sex came with the risk of pregnancy. And his mind flashed with images of Astrid, laughing and smiling, and their little child soon turned into two, then three, and then four.
What the fuck was going on? Why was he suddenly filled with images of a future he had never wanted? None of this made sense to him. He was not a mated male. He was not part of any pack. And he was pretty sure his wolf was fucking with his head, trying to fill it with ideas he didn’t want. He was not going to be mated. Not ever.
He arrived back at his home and carried Astrid up to her bedroom. She was still fast asleep. He put her on the bed and checked the time, knowing she had already missed her alarm.
Last night would have been hard for her.
Knowing Astrid, she already had plans for breakfast, and he would deal with that.
Even as every fiber of his being was screaming at him not to leave her, to climb into that bed and to make love to her, he left the bedroom. He took a quick shower, which he hated because it wiped the scent of her off his body. All he wanted was to be immersed in her. To bathe in her vanilla scent until he was completely full, and he had a feeling when it came to Astrid, he was never going to be full of her.