Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The Wolf and the Princess Take a Tumble
Kage opened the door to his bedroom, revealing an enormous room with rafted ceilings, a skylight, and wooden floors he’d installed all by himself. It smelled like fresh lumber, and leather. A small black chaise sat in one corner, a brown and ivory cowhide rug beneath it. On the wall hung framed paintings of mountaintops, waterfalls and the like. Nature at its best. He’d spent so much time and energy making his bedroom distinctive and comfortable. No restrictions or rules. Tidy, but lived in. Being able to sleep peacefully, without cold sweats, nightmares, vampires, werewolves and things that go bump in the night was a luxury he didn’t take lightly.
After he placed their cell phones down side by side on his nightstand, he traced her shoulder and collarbone with his fingertips. She smelled so sweet—like a rich, decadent dessert.
“I’m going to enjoy every damn second of this, my forest princess.”
Their gazes locked, then she shifted positions ever so slightly, leaning back.
“Forest princess? ’Cause you met me in your little jungle that you call a backyard?” She cracked a crooked black smile. “I like that.”
He caressed the side of her face, and she returned to him, leaning into his touch. Her soft hair traced his palm, reading his future—and he prayed she was in it. The long strands were crinkled, a texture rougher than his own, yet soft. Bouncy. Magnificently different… He loved it. Her uniqueness made him crave her all the more. She turned to face the window, then him again.
“You hear that?” she said.
He nodded, then kissed her cheek. They could hear birds chirping, even in the dead of the night.
“Mockingbirds,” they said at the same time.
Yes, she was his forest princess… She understood the wilderness, and the life breathing within the green-leafed walls. Poet brought life and death to him, in her kiss. He wanted to die and be born again within her. And he could. Two dark souls crashing together, making light. Exploding with forgiveness, favor and love.
He took a step back, then held up his finger before excusing himself to walk across the room. As he made his way, his hair fell over his eye. He didn’t bother pushing it out of the way as he glanced at the loft to his right. The door that led to it from his bedroom was open, revealing his desk and computer, and all the exercise equipment, too. He closed that door to block out any distractions, then studied Poet, who stood in only her underwear. She was looking around, her eyes bouncing from his framed art that he’d created, to other paintings and furniture. Her gaze finally landed on a photo of him and his cousins as kids. Images reflecting love in times gone by.
Her big, beautiful breasts cradled over the underwire of her bra called to him, making his mouth fill with saliva that damn near dribbled down his chin. He ran his finger along his lip, just in case he leaked a little, but couldn’t turn away. His dick strained in his pants as it lengthened and thickened, anticipating a swim in her warm, soft ocean. Reaching above the mantel of his bedroom fireplace, he turned on his iPad. Music poured into the room. ‘When She Comes Home Tonight,’ by Riley Green. As he made his way back over to her, he started undressing.
First, his white tank top had to go. He yanked it over his head, his hair whipping about before the article of clothing hit the floor in a small heap. Then he paused to undo the button of his jeans, followed by the slow draw of his zipper. He balanced himself just so to remove his socks, one by one. The coolness of the floor radiated from the soles of his feet all the way up his body to his face, giving him a much needed and enjoyable chill. He felt like a bird taking flight as he took her in his arms and kissed all along her soft, sweet-smelling neck. She smiled into his chest. Her perfumed flesh sent him whirling. A sweet, feminine scent that blended well with her natural aroma, he imagined that her warm juices were flowing. He gently sank his teeth into the tender brown flesh of his conquest, his fingers digging into her back, drawing her closer.
Lifting her into his arms, he tossed her on his big bed, the sheets shifting beneath her as she inched back toward the gray headboard, her elbows digging a path in reverse. Her skin had a soft, natural sheen—flawless, as if she had a photo filter on each delicate limb of her body. She scooted along a bit more, and her feet dragged along the comforter as if she were trying to flee a wild beast, and yet, a look of total submission was written all over her face.