Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 39050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He’d seen her. There were many times he’d watched her with his hand wrapped around his dick, admiring the view. He was a sick fuck.
Misha was going to be the death of him if he wasn’t careful. She clearly found it entertaining to torture him.
She no longer helped at the town hall, and he’d been inundated with numerous complaints. Some of them serious, most of them pointless. Neighbors disagreeing didn’t call for his intervention unless the event went violent.
It was his job to keep the peace. He couldn’t believe how much crap his father had to put up with, and he didn’t realize how much Misha helped to filter out.
No one was willing to play peacekeeper. They were happy with him taking on the role for everyone and everything.
Running his fingers through his hair, he stepped into the bar, and the moment he did, he spotted Misha. She wore a dress that clung to every curve of her body. Misha had never been the kind of person to hide her body. She was … everything.
The bodice of her dress seemed to be tight over her tits, and it pushed them up, giving an amazing sight of her cleavage. His dick started to swell at the sight, and life was just not fair. His body wasn’t playing fair with him right now.
All he wanted to do was drag her away from the crowd and fuck her hard.
Do it. Make her ours. His wolf was getting tired of waiting. Three years was a long time to deny himself, and his wolf was now having a hard time agreeing with him about waiting, about not claiming her.
He needed to ask his dad about these feelings. They were starting to get overwhelming. Each time he looked at Misha, he imagined her full and ripe with his child. He wanted to pump his cum deep inside her pussy, to fill her up until she had no choice but to get pregnant.
Not only did he want to fuck her pussy raw, he couldn’t help but look at her mouth and think about those plump lips wrapped around his length, or how tight her asshole would be opening up to his dick.
There was so much he wanted to do to her.
To fuck her. To put his cum into every single available hole in her body.
He wanted his scent all over her. Marking her so all other males knew she was owned.
Misha was on the dance floor, her arms up in the air as the music filtered through the speakers. There was no live band. Sometimes the pack would get together and put on a live performance, but not today.
He watched her. Some of the single men were practically drooling, and if it wasn’t for his threats, he knew they would have their hands all over what was his. He wanted to tear them all to pieces, but instead, he watched his woman, seeing how alive she looked.
She danced without abandon.
Blueberry sat at the bar, sipping on a beer.
“Why did you bring her here?” he asked.
“Misha brought me here. She wanted to party with me, and I’m not going to push my friend aside because of you.”
Decker couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked so … beautiful. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes sparkled.
One of the women she was with had wrapped her arms around Misha’s waist, and the two women were dancing.
“What is Andy doing with her?” he asked.
Andy was a single woman and was known for working her way through the pack. She had tried to mate with him and lure him into her bed, but he hadn’t been interested.
He hadn’t accepted Misha as his mate, but that hadn’t meant he didn’t want her.
Andy got distracted and left Misha on the dance floor to dance with one of the men.
No one went to Misha. His mate didn’t seem to mind.
She’s not our mate.
As he gritted his teeth, his hands clenched into fists and he waited.
Misha opened her eyes and looked directly at him. He loved her brown eyes as they seemed to sparkle with life. Even when she was pissed at him, they were filled with life.
She turned her back on him, allowing other men to see her body. When she swayed her hips from side to side, he knew he should leave. He shouldn’t have come to see her.
Ignoring the call of her was impossible.
“Go to her,” Blueberry said. “She’s hurting, Decker.”
He couldn’t take his eyes away from her.
The pack was in residence. They would see him fall.
Misha’s call was too strong. He got to his feet and even as he tried to fight it, he couldn’t.
People moved out of the way, giving him a direct path to her. With her back still to him, he got to admire the curves of her ass, and she looked so fucking sexy.