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)
And then the man turns around and everything in my body tightens, grows alert and alive. He can’t see me, I know that, but he stares right at me through the door, the sound of him growling low piercing every single cell in my body, seeping right down into my very marrow.
I take a step back, but not before I reach out and unlock the door. I didn’t plan to do it. It happens subconsciously, as if my wolf knows, is taking over. But before I can lock it again, knowing that opening this part of my life will only cost me more trouble, I find myself moving backward.
My mate.
He’s right outside the door.
He’s here.
Those words play over in my head, like a broken record, repeating until I’m drowning in them. As everything happens in slow motion, I watch the handle to the motel room turn, the door push open. And then he’s standing on the other side, this big, muscular wolf shifter staring right at me with half-lidded eyes, the growl coming from him one of possession.
I’m shaking my head as I take a step back, but the bed stops my retreat, has me sitting down abruptly.
And as I tip my head back and look into his face, I know one thing for certain.
Now that he’s found me, he won’t let me go.
4
COLT
Fuck.
She’s even more beautiful than I first realized. She’s tiny, probably only standing around five-foot-five. Her green eyes are shining like emeralds and have a liquid quality to them. Her dark hair is long and falls in waves. I can’t resist reaching out to touch it.
She is perfection.
“Your name,” I growl, the sound thick from the beast within me. I’m barely controlling the change. I can’t even form a complete sentence, proving I’m definitely more beast than man right now.
“Jasinda,” she responds and her voice pours over me, soothing me and my beast in ways I’ve never known before. I can smell how nervous she is, the shock of finding her mate resonating within her.
“I’m Colt.”
“This can’t be happening,” she murmurs, her head shaking no, strands of her hair moving against my fingers.
I frown in confusion, tilting my head to watch the myriad emotions on her face. I inhale deeply and even as her scent of jasmine and honeysuckle wash over me, I can smell her innocence and something much stronger.
Desperation.
“You can’t deny the mating bond.”
My voice is softer now that I’m calming. Still threaded with my animal, but also seductive. I move my fingers from her hair to her face, touching her delicate skin and memorizing the feel of it.
“It would be easier if I could…for both of us.”
“We were meant to be together, Jasinda. There can be no changing that. You belong to me.”
Her eyes narrow and she jerks her face away from my touch.
“I belong to no man,” she all but growls.
“You do,” I correct her. “You belong to me.”
“No—”
“And I, sweet Jasinda, belong to you.”
She starts to deny it, but my words stop her. I watch as her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip. I can hear her heartbeat slamming wildly in her chest. My little mate is a mystery. She stands up to me, and yet I can smell her fear, sense her anguish. I don’t understand it, but it’s there.
Does she not know that I will never let anything hurt her ever again?
If she doesn’t now, I’ll soon show her. The days for my mate to worry are long gone.
“You would give yourself to me?”
“We’re mates. That’s how it’s done, little one.”
“Not all packs are this way. They form relationships built on alliances and gain,” she says.
“Then they’re fools.”
“Yes,” she says, her voice full of sadness.
I frown, not liking that emotion coming from her. I stare at her mouth, which I need to taste. I let my thumb brush absently over her glistening lip and bend down slowly.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Kissing you, my little mate,” I respond with a smile just as my mouth touches hers. As my eyes close and my tongue slides between her lips to explore her, I can only think of one word to describe Jasinda.
Ambrosia.
She is my heaven.
I take my time, exploring her mouth leisurely, our tongues mating, dancing with one another, my hand rubbing up and down her side, doing my best to help her to relax and just enjoy the sensations. I’m pleased she’s into this just as much as I am, her inner wolf not allowing her to deny this, to deny me. The scent of her arousal fills my head, making me drunk from it all.
Slowly, her body eases against mine, her tongue becoming hungrier.
Our kiss becomes impatient. It’s so good, but yet does nothing to satisfy the need in us both. My hands slide under her shirt, pushing it up, needing her exposed to me.