Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Kirin parks the van suddenly and turns on Rafe with ardent fury, nearly coming over the back of the seat.
“We can’t both be her mate. That’s not possible. You’re probably just horny. You don’t get laid enough.”
“You forget who you’re talking to, boy,” Rafe growls back.
I think we are all forgetting ourselves. When we saw Darcy fight, we were impressed. When we saw her shift, we knew we needed to get her out of the academy. We knew she needed to be free.
They look at me to adjudicate, as if I could pick between them, hand her over to one of them.
“Bad news, boys. I think we just all got sucked in. Mate bonds are unpredictable, and powerful. There wasn’t any way of knowing this would happen. We’ve got to keep our cool.”
“Not you too?” Rafe looks at me, heartbroken.
“I’m sorry, but yeah. Me too.”
“No. I don’t share,” Kirin snarls. “She’s mine. There’s no way she isn’t mine. I feel like I want to crawl out of my skin to be inside her.”
“That’s a graphic image,” Rafe says.
“It’s not unheard of for mate bonds to be formed within a pack when there are few females available,” I remind them. “And with the king hoarding all female wolves, there are almost none in the wild. She’s young, she’s fertile…”
“She’s beautiful,” Rafe adds.
“Yes. It’s no wonder that our true beasts have imprinted on her. We’ve always known we wouldn’t get a choice in who we fell for. The last thing any of us need right now is to be at odds. This is a good thing. A very, very good thing.”
I take my cape off, pick up Darcy’s insensate body, and wrap her up nice and snug. Her being naked this way is not going to be good for her. She needs to be covered. She needs to be looked after. She needs to be protected.
“All of us?” Kirin asks. “Is that possible?”
“It’s more than possible,” I say. “It’s happening. Now, please, let’s get her somewhere safe.”
“My place, or the woods?” Kirin asks the question as he starts the van up again.
“Woods,” I say. “She’s obviously used to having the run of the city. Let’s try to keep her out of trouble for a bit.”
Little do I know as I say those words that there is absolutely no way for anybody on this planet to keep Darcy out of trouble.
CHAPTER 5
Einar
Our little captive mate wakes up while we’re driving. She’s exhausted, but the mate bond that we’re all feeling is acting on her the same way it is on us. That means one thing: she wakes up horny.
She is such a pretty young woman. She has a cute face and eyes that project everything she’s feeling. She is also absolutely saturated with desire. In the confined space of the van, she is producing pheromones at a rate that will drive us all into madness, involuntary shifts, or worse. Opening a window makes it slightly better, but does not entirely remove the problem.
“Do something about her,” Kirin growls. “I can’t concentrate on driving with a raging fucking erection.”
“If she came, she might stop outputting quite so many pheromones,” I say.
“Make her come then.”
“What are you talking about?” Darcy cuts in as she comes to consciousness fully. “Make me come? I’m not a dog, and besides, I’m already here.”
It’s possible she doesn’t know much about the parlance of sex if she’s never formed the mate bond, and therefore the mate interest. She is going to need some education in these matters, and there is no time like the present. Usually the first mating between fated mates is intense, even rough. It is the unleashing of pure instinct.
I feel Darcy’s hips perform a little grinding motion on my lap. I’m sure she doesn’t know why she’s doing that, but it is all part of the alluring dance.
“Let me show you what it means to come,” I tell her, letting my hand slide underneath my cloak. I find her warm beneath, naked and ready for all the mate bond entails.
“I hate you,” she says as my hand slides down between her thighs. “I hate all of you… mmmnnnn…” Her rebellious words turn to a light moan.
Darcy
“Do you like this? Even if you hate me?”
Einar’s words are rough, lustful. His eyes are focused on me with intense desire. I find myself absolutely immersed in his charisma. It’s like I cannot tear my eyes away from him. Right now, all I want is to look at him, and touch him and taste him, and hate him.
This has never happened after a shift before, though it feels related. Was I so weak that the shift turned me into some kind of a horny animal, like I didn’t come all the way back into my true humanity?
I am sitting in his lap, wrapped in his cloak. I am naked. I am vulnerable. I am wet, so fucking wet I can’t remember the last time I ever felt like this. Aroused is an understatement. I want to fuck so badly that right now it feels like the only thing I have ever wanted to do, or will ever want to do. My body is made of need, and this man’s fingers, pressing between my thighs, finding the sensitive little nub between my lower lips, are driving me wild.