Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73170 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 366(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
His lips peel back and I zero in on the massive open maw and not only are the top teeth massive, I think I’m looking at two rows of jagged canines on the bottom. Two! Between the teeth and the eyes, I can’t help but think of a shark. The ultimate predator.
The growl that erupts from this beast sounds like it comes from the bowels of hell.
He told me to run. He knew my name.
Drool drips from the wolf’s mouth as it sniffs the air, scenting me, and for a split second I think it’s going to approach me slowly, and I’m about ready to give in to the urge to drop my clothes and shift to greet his wolf with mine in case it helps defuse what feels like a volatile situation. But before I can do that, he lunges with what I’m instantly sure is malicious intent.
I’m not the screaming girlie type, but terror rips through my veins and I do let out a blood-curdling scream. Self-preservation kicks in and I bolt, running from him like my ass is on fire.
And it’s a stupid move, because every shifter, male and female, know only prey runs from a predator. I just broke the number one rule of both the supernatural and natural wolf – I labeled myself as prey.
I swallow another scream as I rip down the waistband of my shorts until they clear my hips. I peel my tank top over my head and shift so I can pick up pace, but it’s already too late. The instant I’m wolf, I’m tackled to the ground by a scentless mountain made of ice. My throat is immediately in that terrifying mouth.
But everything halts and the rows of teeth hold rather than rip and I’m frozen, on my belly now in wolf form. I don’t dare move or these teeth will rip my flesh to shreds.
Another deep growl comes from him while I’m held by the back of my neck. I remain frozen, the only other sound in the world that of my galloping heart.
There’s another growl, deeper, deadlier.
This is it. I think he’s gonna kill me.
Suddenly, the air around me feels like it ripples as the icy weight disappears. It’s replaced by a warm, lighter weight. A male voice growls out, “Fuck!”
5
JARED
One second, I’m fighting the urge to shift and the next, I find myself in human form on top of my small female in her black and heathered gray wolf form. A thin trail of blood trickles from a wound on her neck, but I hear her heartbeat, her breathing, and both are strong. I don’t know how hurt she is.
I let out, “Fuck!”
She shifts.
This means I’m now pinning a naked brunette with silken long hair and creamy fair skin. And she smells like what I expect a starving man hopes his next meal will smell like – a platter loaded with all his favorite foods.
She flips her hair over one sexy shoulder and piercing blue eyes drink me in. Between what’s hitting my nose and my eyes, fuck… my female is the most beautiful being I’ve ever set eyes on.
Before I can either calculate or stop myself, I’m fixated on the blood that’s still on her throat, so my tongue swipes across the crimson nectar and immediately, I have her slender hips in both hands as I drive my steel-hard erection straight ahead into the most perfect custom-made sleeve in the universe.
This. This. Mine. MINE!
Her glorious hair whips back around and a musical, husky feminine sound fills the air. My already snapped control vacates the planet as my hips snap forward again and again.
She whimpers with more pleasure and I pump harder, faster, grunting like the animalistic creature I am. So fucking good.
What the fuck am I doing?
But what if I shift? What if I hurt her? Why can’t I make myself stop fucking her?
How the hell did I get back in the nick of time? It had her pinned. She’s bleeding. She was in death’s grip, literally. Was my panic and fury at realizing she was here what kept me tethered enough to fight my way back?
I don’t dare hope for the miracle of knowing it won’t harm her because I recognize her as mine. I can’t hope that. It’s too dangerous to think she’s got any sway over it. I did my best to fight it, felt like I was swimming against the strongest current I’ve ever fought. And I kept swimming. I don’t know why she’s not stopping me from fucking her, and my body wants me to not care, but I feel like I’ve been cleaved in two – half of me afraid to hurt her, the other half not wanting to give a shit about anything other than how fucking good this feels.