Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
The pain in his voice cuts me deep. I don’t like it. It makes me want to climb him like a tree, wrap my legs around his solid waist, and hug my arms around his neck. Anything to make him feel better.
Why?
We hate each other.
I manage to yank the sweats up my legs without throwing myself at Cy. The floorboards creak as he paces the floor behind me. As soon as I tie the drawstrings tight enough to fit my much narrower waist, I spin to face him.
Raw, feral hunger stares back at me.
His claws are razor sharp, splitting the flesh of his fingertips as his wolf practically begs to escape. Fiery blue eyes burn into me so hot my skin sizzles.
I don’t understand this.
I don’t understand what’s happening.
“There’s something wrong with me,” he manages, the veins on his neck bulging. “Something really fucking wrong.”
Because he wants me.
Hurt lances through me, and it has no right. I don’t want Cy. I don’t like Cy. He’s done nothing but make my life a living hell recently. So why does it really fucking suck to hear that he thinks something’s wrong with him because he’s attracted to me?
My spine stiffens, and I turn away from him, bitterness on my tongue. Maybe I should seek out Cash. Could he distract me from the firestorm of emotions that are obliterating me from the inside out?
No.
I can’t even lie or pretend.
The answer is simply no.
Cy has entered my bloodstream. He’s already had full access to my mind, and now he’s working on a complete takeover. I’m no longer me. The Remy I thought I was left the building. This new, horny, and irrational man has taken his place.
Would he pin me down and scrape his teeth along my scars as he rubbed his dick against mine?
That shouldn’t sound so enticing.
It’s Cy.
He strides over to me with long, purposeful steps. Rather than retreating like a sane person, I tilt my head up, eager for whatever he’ll give me.
“I think I’m sick,” he whispers, his fingers tentatively stroking across my lower abs. “I’m aching for things I can’t have.”
Why can’t you have them? I sign, needing to understand this every bit as he does.
“Because.” His blue eyes sear into me as his thumb hooks into the waistband of the sweats, his claw scraping along my hot flesh. “I’m not the kind of man who has a taste of something he’s starved for and then walks away.”
You’re no man, I reply with shaky movements. You’re an Alpha. The Alpha.
His other hand seizes the side of my neck, the power in his hold barely restrained. I should fear the strength he possesses, but all I can do is lean into his touch. A low rumbling growl rattles from him.
He drops his forehead to mine, pinching his eyes closed. Up this close, I greedily inhale the scent that was all over his bed in a diluted form. Now, it’s pure and heady and so damn addictive. I tilt my head up, aching for more of whatever this is. His fingers slide away from my neck and then dive into the hair at the base of my skull. He clutches so tightly I’d cry out if only I had a voice. The hold he has on me coaxes out a ragged gasp from me instead.
“My Remy,” he murmurs, his voice damn near dripping with adoration.
Adoration?
Since when?
And since when do I practically purr in agreement? That I’m his.
“I can’t stop touching you.” His voice is strained and confused. “What are you doing to me?”
I shrug because I don’t know. And he’s doing it to me too, but I don’t need to sign those words. He knows. How can he not?
“I need to…”
Kiss me?
I sign out a yes because whatever he needs, I clearly need it too.
Warm lips brush against mine, soft at first, and then his lips are crushing mine with a mind-altering kiss. I’m dizzied by the urgent way his lips move over mine. How he moans against my mouth, coaxing me to part my lips and let him in. His tongue dives in, greedily seeking mine out.
He tastes incredible.
Orange juice or sunshine or something equally joyful.
I gasp when his teeth nip at my lip. Then his tongue is dipping back in, sliding over mine like a lover’s caress. All I can do is remain still, allowing this man—this beast—to ravish my mouth and lay claim over it. That’s what it feels like. As though with just a kiss, he’s making promises I can feel all the way down to my toes that are practically curling. All those promises are like a flare of light to the obscure parts inside of me. A torch to guide the way and have everything not feel so dark. Loneliness is a thing of the past.