Series: Unforgiven Country Series by Jenika Snow
Total pages in book: 13
Estimated words: 11952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 11952 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 60(@200wpm)___ 48(@250wpm)___ 40(@300wpm)
I allow just my hand to begin to change, my fingers sliding out into razor-sharp claws. I grin down at Jasinda. Her eyes are dilated and filled with heat and passion. Her lips have formed a perfect “o” in surprise.
I lightly slide my claw down her shirt and then deepen it just enough to slice her bra open too.
“What if I really liked that shirt?” she mumbles.
“I’ll buy you a new one,” I laugh.
Before I can get to her pants, Jasinda is already undoing them, sliding them down her legs.
“I’m not giving you the chance to ruin my pants, Colt,” she laughs, shaking her head.
I let my claw retract and tamp my wolf back down. Then I slowly undress as my mate watches me.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Men aren’t beautiful,” I joke. “Besides, I’m staring at beauty,” I tell her, bending down to let my hand slide against her flat stomach and then up higher to squeeze her breast, loving the weight of it in my hand.
“That feels so good,” she murmurs.
I get on the bed, angling myself over her. I move my fingers between her legs, wanting to prepare her body for mine. When my fingers glide against the lips of her pussy, I realize she’s already dripping wet for me. I inhale deeply, taking the scent of her hunger into my lungs.
My hand goes down to my cock and I position myself at her entrance, then let the tip of my cock slide through her slick depths to grind against her swollen clit.
“Tell me you want me, Jasinda.”
“I want you, Colt,” she gasps as I tease her clit some more. “I’ll always want you.”
When she gives me that vow, I thrust deep inside of her growling one word…
Mine.
And she is. I’ve found my mate and I’m never letting her go.
EPILOGUE
JASINDA
Five years later
“Mommy! Look what Grandpa gave us!”
The twins, Ava and Grace, come running into the kitchen, each holding a new baby doll. I look at them and then look at my father and Colt, who are walking into the house together. I go to my father and hug him close, before half-heartedly scolding him.
“You’re spoiling them.”
“That’s what a grandpa does. We spoil. I’ll be doing the same to your son when you have him next month,” he says, his hand patting my swollen stomach with love and pride. He kisses my cheek and then backs away to find the girls.
He adores them and they do him.
They hate to see him leave, but luckily this visit he’s here to stay a couple of days. I’m glad because I miss him, too. Plus, having him here means Colt will quit hovering over me as badly and let my father distract him.
I’m doing great and I didn’t have a problem giving birth before, but Colt stays a nervous wreck. He says he can’t help but worry and just needs to make sure I’m okay. I may complain about it, but I know I’m lucky to have him love me so deeply.
I love him the same way.
I never truly knew it was possible to love someone as much as I love Colt.
Colt comes up behind me and hugs me, placing a kiss on my neck while the girls attack their Grandpa’s leg and demand attention.
“It might not be a boy,” I tell my father, totally lying. We’re sure it’s a boy, although we haven’t told anyone.
“He’s a boy. I can smell him clearly now. You can fool some of our kind, but I’m old and been around many moons, daughter.”
“He’s got you there, mate,” Colt whispers into my ear.
I look at my father, who is now at the table. He’s pulled the girls up into his lap so he has one on each leg.
“Yeah, I guess he does,” I murmur, watching my dad.
Colt’s hand moves against my stomach, his palm lying flat there and our son kicks against it.
“He’s going to be a strong wolf,” Colt says proudly.
“Just like his father,” I agree.
“And his grandfather,” my dad adds and we all laugh.
One thing is for sure. My little boy will be loved.
I watch as my father bends down and kisses the girls on their foreheads, whispering how much he loves them. And during that, Colt is kissing on my neck and whispering in my ear.
There’s no shortage of love in our family. I never would have imagined that five years ago when I began my journey to run away from my old pack I would find myself in Unforgiven.
A mate, a wife, and now a mother. And I’m so unbelievably happy.
Completely and utterly happy.
I don’t think life could get any better, but I’m anxious to test the theory.
Luckily, Colt will be right by my side the entire time.
Jasinda
Two years later
I watch as the girls run around the backyard, zigzagging through the trees, giggling as they chase each other. I lift my hand and shield my eyes from the sun as I look for Colt. I see him over by the garden holding Adrian on his hip, saying something to our son as he points to the vegetables. I find myself smiling as I wonder what he’s saying, if he’s giving our two-year-old advice on the proper way to pull up a carrot.