Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 295(@200wpm)___ 236(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“I don’t know,” she moaned. She sounded close. Very close.
He slid his hand up under her shirt and kneaded her breast. “Thirty seconds? More?”
She reached back and grasped his neck, digging her nails into his skin. The she-wolf move made him roar as once more the beast surged to the surface, so ready to mark her.
He rubbed his knuckle over her clit, slapped her pussy hard and fast.
She squealed, yanking on his neck, hanging from it as her legs gave way.
With another firm grind of her jeans into her clit, he growled, “Come for me, baby.”
She snapped. Her hips bucked wildly and he had to hang on tight to keep the pressure where it counted. Her head thrown back on his shoulder, she scratched at the back of his neck, cried out over and over again while her entire body shuddered with release.
His own body trembled, the effort of holding back his desire so great. He whirled her around, pinned her back against the cabinets. His eyes had changed color, he knew by the way she stared up at them, fear and fascination warring in her expression.
“You… shouldn’t do that,” she said breathlessly. Even though she was right, it offended him. He wanted her sighing his name, falling against him with blissful gratitude.
But of course that wouldn’t happen. Not with Melissa and the lofty standards he’d never meet. With great willpower he pushed away from her and stepped back.
He grabbed the plate of steaks and stalked out to the backyard to throw them on the grill.
Like the last time Cody had brought her to climax and then abruptly left her, she felt unmoored. Her body missed his heat, his masculine scent, his growly voice hot in her ear. Her clit throbbed, raw after his torture.
He’d seemed offended as he stalked away.
What was he trying to prove? That he could control her as easily with sex as he could with the threat of punishment? Or could he just not help himself?
She secretly hoped it was the latter.
She’d seen the blatant hunger on his face when he first came in and saw her getup. His hands had closed into fists and he’d stayed glued to the door, as if he feared getting too close to her.
She opened the refrigerator and pulled out the fixings for salad, automatically getting to work as her mind turned over her six foot four inches of solid trouble.
Maybe this was the wolf form of courtship—hot sexual encounters littered with threats of far worse. And she’d rejected it with her warning after she climaxed. Which was probably why he’d stalked away, that tic in his jaw showing she’d succeeded once more in irritating him.
Their exchanges had almost become a game to her. Except it wasn’t one she was sure she wanted to win. Not if it meant Cody thought her a heartless bitch who only cared about herself, which she knew was how she came off.
But she didn’t need to show him her real self, either. This wasn’t a relationship—she’d already decided it couldn’t go anywhere.
By the time she finished putting two salads on plates, Cody returned with the cooked steaks, still looking pissed.
“Mmm, that smells heavenly,” she said in an attempt to ignore the tension between them.
“So you do eat meat?” he asked gruffly.
She wasn’t sure if it was another innuendo. Was he complaining that she hadn’t reciprocated with a blowjob yet?
She darted a sidelong glance at him and settled for an ambiguous, “Yep.”
He glanced at the plates she’d set out. “Thanks for making salad.” He sounded grudging, like it cost him to thank her for anything, or like manners were unfamiliar territory. It tugged at her heart. Was he actually making an effort to be polite?
“Thanks for the steak.” She tried to keep her voice light and friendly.
He added steak knives to their place settings and sat down on the sofa with her. “How much blood?”
She knew what he was asking—about her wolf heritage. “A quarter. My grandmother got involved with a wolf in Cheyenne. He had to leave her because she was human, and he never knew she was pregnant.”
Cody frowned. “Your grandmother couldn’t find him to tell him?” Surprise crinkled the lines of his forehead.
She stabbed a piece of steak with her fork and popped it in her mouth. “Mmm.”
Cody stopped eating, staring at her lips as she chewed.
“This is heavenly.”
He seemed to forcibly look down at his own plate for a bite of steak.
“She didn’t try. She said his pack made him leave her, so she didn’t want to interfere. He’d already made his choice.”
Cody wiped his mouth with a napkin. For some reason, she found herself surprised by how refined and cultured his table manners were. She’d assumed him to be a sort of redneck, but instead, he’d placed his napkin in his lap straightaway, chewed with his mouth closed, and ate neatly for such a big, hungry man. Not huge feats, but ones that neither Jeremy, nor any of the guys she’d dated in the past, had managed.