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)
He shifts to Jared again. His expression is filled with shock. His knot releases, spilling heated liquid between my legs. I must be in heat, because I don’t jump off and re-arm myself with the weapons or the bracelet, don’t stop and grab the mask from the ground. No, I maneuver him to his back and I grab his shoulders, riding his cock, which is still hard and hot in me. I grab his jaw and attack his mouth with mine.
His fingers drive into my hair, and he kisses me back.
“I… felt it. Him,” he says between kisses. His voice is filled with wonder.
“I feel him too. He’s in here.” I put his hand to my chest.
I pull back. There are tears in his eyes.
“You still feel him?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, but I did when I shifted. Each time. He… wanted to share you with me.”
I kiss him again.
He shifts. Shit. I try to shift to wolf again, but I can’t. Why can’t I shift? I’m looking at Jared’s wolf who’s now lying on his back, all limbs up and purring. And even with those amber eyes and menacing teeth, right now he looks sort of… goofy on his back like this.
I roll off. He turns to right his body and pins me again, barking, like he’s pissed off at me. A claw pierces the skin of my shoulder. I stay perfectly still and he’s back inside. Like it’s his right. I feel that in my chest, the sense of possessiveness.
I again try to shift, plead with my body to comply. Mercifully, it does. And he keeps going, his wolf fucking my wolf, purring while filling my wolf with more seed.
31
JARED
I’m back inside my mate and she shifts so we’re both in the same shape – human-shaped. I wasn’t lucid as my wolf, but I felt him in the mix while shifting each time. It felt strange. It felt foreign. But familiar.
Now, I feel Cicely, warm, satisfied, glowing with both inner and outer beauty. We’re in the grass, not far from our campfire, which is now just embers. The muzzle is on my left. The torn toolbelt, her bracelet, the taser, and stun gun, along with our shoes and remnants of our clothes surrounding us.
And the moon still has a yellow hue, but the color is dimming.
She looks at me.
I stare into her eyes.
“Did we turn a corner?” she asks.
“I don’t know. I don’t feel him now, but I did. I think he felt me, too.”
But will any of that make a difference or was this a one-off? Was it just the moon?
“That was the scariest thing I’ve ever dealt with. And… it was also the most mind-blowing sexual experience of my life.”
“Yeah,” I whisper, holding her face. Her skin is still burning hot with her heat. She’s never been more breathtakingly beautiful.
“Is it over for tonight?” she asks.
“I don’t know,” I say.
I could slide inside her again. But is that tempting fate?
“I think I should go to the bunker. Restrain myself.”
She frowns.
“I don’t know if we got off lucky or if… if things are different. I just can’t risk hurting you.”
She looks hurt right now. But she gets to her feet and dusts her legs off.
“I need to shower. I’m all…” She looks down.
Her thighs are wet. With semen. Semen from me and from my wolf.
“You came in me repeatedly in both forms. Both of your forms in both of mine. What does that mean? He licked my mate mark, too. He knows who I am to you now. Do you… do we… did we make a baby tonight?”
I saw and felt both forms of hers. Both forms belong to me. And him. I could become a father.
“I need to lock myself down, beautiful. I’m sorry… I just… don’t know if he’ll come back.”
I kiss her and strap the muzzle on. I must have shifted before I got it fastened last time. Thank fuck she’s still whole.
She looks disappointed, but she nods.
“I’ll see you in the morning.” I grab her hand and squeeze it.
I turn to go, but she calls out, “Jared?”
I face her.
“I love you,” she says.
She’s standing in front of me, illuminated by moonlight, crying.
I have no choice but to take the muzzle off so I can pull her close and kiss her again. Hold her close. Fill my lungs with her.
And I’m suddenly purring again while she’s burrowing into my chest. Purring like I’ve done it every day since I met her. Like I’m supposed to be able to do.
Fuck. It feels monumental. My wolf didn’t just share her with me; it gave me the ability to purr for her. A gift – to us both.
But I feel like I’m tempting Fate by standing here too long.
I break our embrace and say, “I love you, Cicely Stone.”