Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
CHAPTER 6
Beatrix
Lying in the arms of my mate on a languid, sunny afternoon, I feel a sense of peace I didn’t know I was capable of feeling. My pussy feels as though it has been ravaged and used, but it is not the only part of me that is feeling the effects of our mating.
My entire body has been transformed. I have not only been fucked, I have been taken. I have been changed from a wild single creature into his owned possession. I didn’t feel that when he paid ten million dollars for me, an insane amount of money, but I feel it now. He runs in my veins. I can feel him inside me, not just in the ache of my pussy, but in my fucking cells. He’s part of me. Am I part of him?
I don’t dare ask, so I stay wondering.
What I do now know is that this is what the mate bond feels like. It feels like being tied to him by a hundred invisible threads that are strummed by a look, a word, even distance itself. I feel the connection to him as strongly as I have felt anything ever.
“This is usually when a female wolf would experience her first transformation into her wolf self,” Armand says, his silver eyes regarding me with that half-confused, half-hurt stare he thinks he has managed to hide from me.
I don’t know why men have to ruin things by opening their mouths, but the spell is broken by that comment. My ability to shift on my own terms seems to concern him a whole lot. He’s jealous of the other men, men who don’t exist, but he supposes must do.
I do not want to have the conversation he is angling for. I have no strength for it, and I am annoyed by the necessity of it. I found my way to my wolf without a man’s cock being involved—directly, at least. I could tell him that, but I don’t think he would believe me.
He wants me to shift because of the magic effects of his cock? Not out of my own desire to take the form, but because he drives me so wild as the animal I am? It will make him feel powerful for me to lose control of my form? I can do that if that’s what’s necessary. This pretty palace could use some messing up anyway.
I take my wolf form, sliding into it smoothly and effortlessly because it is more me than my human self. Sometimes I feel as though my human form is the pretense, the mask I wear so ordinary people don’t kill me on sight. My instincts are animal, my desires are animal, and right now, I am entirely animal.
The first thing I do in my much more powerful state is burst through the bedroom door. It is a heavy oak construction, but it comes off its hinges the same way any run of the mill door would.
“Beatrix!”
I hear him shout for me, but I am already gone, laughing inwardly in my animal self, thrilling to the freedom of being the menace I am. Things fly in my wake as I dash through the halls, not entirely knowing where I am going, but having the sense that the exit is out and down. My paws slide here and there on marble floors, and I find the remnants of my human mind wondering why the fucking hell a wolf shifter clan would live in a palace with no traction on the floor.
I slip and slide toward the front door, a big shaggy thing with little control over my trajectory, collecting a runner along the way that has a table set on it with all sorts of things that crash and clang as they fall everywhere.
And then I am out.
Under the sun this time, running at full speed with all the joy that entails.
He is giving chase, I know that, but I am not really running from him. I am running for myself, for the feeling of freedom, and for the joy of using my body for what it was used for. The few times I shifted at the orphanage, I had to sneak out a very long way and hide clothes, and it felt very dangerous. I worried I wouldn’t be able to keep my wolf form long enough. There were a few times that I couldn’t. I lost it miles from where I started, away from my clothes, and had to sneak through the countryside entirely naked and absolutely exhausted. Taking an animal form uses a lot of energy.
I am burning a hell of a lot of energy now. Running at full speed is thrilling, but draining, and I shifted not twelve hours ago, so in some respects I am on fumes. I guess I just have my new mate’s magic cock to thank for the energy I have now.