Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 322(@200wpm)___ 258(@250wpm)___ 215(@300wpm)
“Want to bite, do you, brat?” He growls the words affectionately as he releases the nape of my neck and instead wraps his hand under and around my throat, squeezing lightly. “You’re going to get what you’re asking for, you know that.”
As he utters the words I didn’t even know I needed to hear, strumming my clit and holding my throat and filling me over and over again, I find myself at an orgasmic peak I’ve never reached before. Every other climax before this one pales in comparison as Cain drives me to a frenzy.
The closer I get to coming, the more aware I become that something is happening inside me. Something like pleasure is building, but it’s more than just pleasure. It’s also power somehow. I feel as though a part of me has been unlocked, as if I’m no longer afraid of things I was afraid of. I feel invincible. I feel…
My scream of orgasmic tension turns into a howl of pure release.
My lights go out.
CHAPTER 3
Kira
I open my eyes to find that I’m lying on a cool tile floor.
There’s a humming sound around me, coming through the walls. It takes me a moment to realize that it’s electricity. Like the buzz of a fridge that isn’t working quite right, or a malfunctioning fluorescent light, except it is all around me.
What the hell happened?
Was I drugged?
My tongue feels weird in my mouth. Larger and unwieldier than usual. Lolling out the side of my lips like there’s something wrong with me. I taste floor.
When I try to get up, I find myself on my hands and knees. But they’re not my hands and knees. They’re my feet and my feet. And they’re furry.
Some part of my mind is panicking. But another part of my mind is finding this all very natural, like I knew this was what I was all along, but I just sort of forgot. I’m given to worrying normally, but there’s no space for worry right now.
Instead, there’s a hunger.
I’m hungry.
Very, very hungry.
I get up and pace around the bathroom once or twice before heading for the door. The handle is round. I can’t get a grip on it with my teeth or paws. They all just slide off the material. Frustrated, I back up a few steps and look at the barrier. I am starting to panic, and there is nothing in my mind right now about respecting property. All I care about is getting out. In that regard, the door in front of me isn’t really an obstacle. My animal brain has always known that about doors, really. They’re more of a suggestion than a real barrier.
I back up as far as I can, I bunch my limbs up very tightly, and I make a run for it, breaking through the relatively flimsy barrier with impressive ease. It’s like tearing through paper as the door bursts off its hinges and splinters all around me.
I come flying through, landing on four agile feet. I am strong. And I am hungry.
Cain
I wasn’t ready for this.
When a female shifter is mated for the first time, she undergoes her first transformation. I should never have had sex with Kira in my office. When she passed out and shifted, my private elevator was the only way to get her out of the building without drawing attention.
New shifters are notoriously messy and troublesome. Not their fault, it’s just how it is when you go from thinking you’re a normal person to discovering that you’re actually a predator with all of the instincts of a wild beast and very little human control over any of them anymore.
I took her back to a place I have near the park. It’s quiet, and it’s pretty secure. Then I ran out for the meat she’s going to crave when she wakes up. I have an armful of meat in my hands as I look for my keys to unlock the door of…
Blam!
A loud, destructive noise comes from inside the apartment. That’s not good. That’s not good at all.
I should have put a thumb sensor on this door, though they’re not really as secure as people like to think. The lock on this thing is state of the art, but I need the right damn key. Okay. There it is.
I unlock the door, push it open, and a wall of fur and fear comes rushing past me in a blind panic. There’s no stopping her as she dashes down the hall, takes a left, and heads to the emergency exit. I give chase just in time to see her leap at it, her paws contacting the horizontal bar. The door opens, the building’s alarms sound, and the chaos is complete.
This is worst case scenario.
Most of the time, a newly shifted wolf won’t even know it has happened. They’ll exhaust themselves in the first shift and sleep until they’ve taken their human forms again. Apparently, my mate has more energy than most.