Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38523 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
The heat sends an immediate spike of desire through me, making me clench my thighs and repress a moan. The craving is at odds with the terror that’s natural to feel in the presence of wolves. I cling to it in order to suppress my need to run away from the danger. The wolf scents the air and a low rumble of approval growls in the small space between us, making my body heat and my clit throb.
Yet again, the physical force of their presence is undeniable and shocking. I shouldn’t feel this way. It’s wrong. I know it is. And yet…
The other wolf approaches and pushes my simple tank top up my back with his nose, exposing my skin. The cold, wet feeling on my sensitized skin makes my body shudder, but I do my best to keep still. It’s important to make it clear that I have no intention to challenge them. I keep repeating that very important fact in my head while I tilt my head slightly, exposing more of my neck. I want to make my submission obvious. I’m at their mercy. My heart pounds in my chest as a large white paw steps just a mere inch in front of my face. The pads dig into the dirt and remain planted in front of me as the wolf lowers his head to my cheek, scenting me.
I want to close my eyes and hide, but the fear of death is keeping them wide open. My heart hammers against my rib cage as his breath tickles my neck. A low growl from the other wolf has a whimper falling from my lips without my consent and my hands fist in a weak attempt to cower. I immediately flatten them again. My breath stops short as a vicious snarl erupts from my left.
Fuck!
I should’ve never fisted my hands. Fuck, fuck, fuck! I part my lips ready to plead with the wolves, but the second I open my mouth the paw leaves my vision with a heavy sound of the massive beast stepping over my body and leaving me in my passive position alone. I stay still waiting to hear what they’re doing. I know they must only be feet from me, but I can’t hear them moving. Are they waiting for me? Are they testing me? I’ve never considered much of what’s expected of me past this point. I didn’t plan on it being this intense, this terrifying. My eyes dart frantically from the clearing to the trees, waiting anxiously for any sign from the wolves as to what I should do. My neck remains stiff from the fear and my knees ache to move.
Everything in me begs me to lift my head and see them, but I’m too fucking scared. My body is paralyzed. I need to gather the strength to approach them. I knew this would happen and I planned on it. I was so eager to catch up to them. But actually being near them, I wasn’t prepared to feel their power. I wasn’t prepared to be so afraid. After a long moment of almost silence, shuffling occurs a few feet from me. Leaves are scattered in my periphery followed by a loud huff from the snout of one of the massive shifters. The air around me moves as the sound of the wolf stalking toward me gets louder. My body trembles and I wait with bated breath, hoping they’ll give me a chance to speak.
Then the sound changes. No longer the pounding of heavy paws on the ground. Instead it’s the sound of a man walking with confidence and taking determined strides. It’s softer, yet just as intimidating.
He shifted.
The knowledge brings me hope that I’ll be able to follow through with my plan and find the courage to speak. I try to lift my head again, but I’m still frozen in place. My body is incapable of moving in the presence of such dominance. My breath picks up as he walks past my head, stopping at my side to tower over me.
In this moment there are only two things I am sure of. A naked shifter is hovering over my bowed body, deciding what he wants to do with me. And I am completely at his mercy.
My body jolts as a large, strong hand settles on my lower back. A low growl erupts from him as I move instinctually against his touch. I didn’t mean to, but my body reacts on its own accord and tries to escape his hold. His other hand splays across my shoulder blades and pushes my upper half back onto the ground. The firm shove doesn’t hurt, but his power over me is evident. His desire for me to remain submissive has been made clear. I press my lips together and pray for his compassion.