Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 352(@200wpm)___ 281(@250wpm)___ 234(@300wpm)
“Yeah.” Abe climbs in.
I hold my hand out for the keys, and Abe’s dad gives them to me. His eyes are troubled. “If he has another seizure, call me right away. I’m hoping…nevermind. Just go. You two need to be together.”
I nod, swallowing. Some of the buoyancy escapes my chest.
“You okay?” I ask when I get behind the wheel. I adjust the seat forward.
“Yeah.” Abe’s voice is taut. “Can you drive to the cabin?”
“Yes.” I start the car. I put it in gear and follow the line of cars out of the parking lot.
Abe covers his eyes even though it’s dark out. “Lauren.”
I turn out of the lot and drive up the road that winds toward my house. “Yeah?”
Abe slumps in his seat.
“You okay?”
Abe’s body starts convulsing. His head falls against my shoulder, and he draws in a sharp breath and straightens himself, coming out of it.
“Fuck.”
“Abe, did you just have another seizure?”
His legs jerk out and kick the car. “Lauren.” His breath seems labored.
“What is it, Abe?” Panic starts to rise in me. “What are you trying to tell me?”
He starts to convulse again.
I wrench the wheel and skid to a stop on the side of the road. “Abe! Abe! Please.”
Abe’s eyes glow ice blue. “Lauren.” He reaches for me but ends up slumping over, his shaking head dropping to my shoulder.
“That’s okay.” I rush to unbuckle his seatbelt, to make him comfortable. “You’re okay, Abe.” I pull his head into my lap and stroke his hair. My heart pounds. I’m ice cold. Tears spear my eyes. “Please be okay.”
His body jerks and twitches. His fingers close around my thigh. He turns his head, and I see gleaming canines. Not human-sized. Wolf-sized.
I scream. His teeth bite into my inner thigh, puncturing my flesh.
My body jerks along with Abe’s now–a wild convulsing. Not painful.
Pleasurable.
Like an orgasm. His teeth are locked in my inner thigh, and I come and come in the most powerful orgasm of my life.
Abe
Everything was black. I must have lost consciousness, and then suddenly, I wake up to my face between Lauren’s legs. The scent of her arousal brings me around like smelling salts. The pain is gone behind my eyes. The muscles around my eyes rest. In fact, my whole body relaxes and opens like I’ve just had sex.
But there’s blood. Lauren’s blood is in my mouth. I gasp, sitting upright. My vision is crystal clear, even in the darkness.
I bit Lauren.
I marked Lauren.
Without her consent.
I put my hand over the puncture marks on her thigh, applying pressure to stop the bleeding. “Oh shit. Are you okay, baby? I didn’t mean to do that. Oh, fate, Lauren. I’m so sorry.”
“What happened?” She looks dazed, but not afraid. Not in pain. No, her face is flushed, her eyes glassy in the same incredible way she looks after I’ve brought her orgasm.
“I-I marked you, baby. Male wolf shifters bite their mates to embed their scent in her flesh. I guess I lost control while I was seizing.”
She doesn’t seem fazed by that. “It’s weird.” She sounds blissed out. Like she’s on drugs. “The bite hurt. I mean, it should have hurt. But it doesn’t. It feels good. Maybe I really am a masochist.”
My dick punches out against my football uniform pants. I slowly lower my head, holding her gaze to make sure she’s on board. “Well, I’d better lick the wound.”
“You’d better.” Her voice is husky. She pushes my head down and spreads her thighs wide.
I rub her pussy through her panties as I lick the wound clean. She writhes her cute little hips in a grinding motion.
I lift my head and lick my lips. There’s something different about her blood. Something changed slightly in her scent. “Lauren…”
She presses her fingers over mine between her legs, urging me on.
“You taste like…you taste like a bear.”
She stops writhing and gasps. “The bear!” she exclaims.
“What is it?”
“That old bear shifter brought me bear brush tea in the hospital.”
“What?” I stare at her with wide eyes. “You didn’t tell me that.”
“I know. For some reason, it felt like something to keep to myself.”
“If I’m not mistaken, bear brush tea is a folk remedy to help adolescent shifters find their first shift. It’s poisonous to wolves, though, so we don’t use it.”
Lauren’s teal eyes grow round. “But it’s not poisonous to bears?”
I shake my head slowly. “Lauren…is there a possibility you’re part bear?”
“I felt great after I drank the tea. Strong and alive. That’s when I came out and asked you to take me home. And my foot healed much faster than it should have.”
I nod. “Thomas must have smelled or tasted it. That’s why he double crossed me. Your blood must’ve tasted good to him. Remember what he said when we were leaving?”
Lauren shakes her head. “Something crazy like, Do you know what happens when you cross a wolf with a bear?”