Series: Werewolves of Wall Street Series by Renee Rose
Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59360 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Tension builds beneath my skin. I’m sure my eyes begin to glow amber as my night vision engages to seek her. I kick off my shoes beneath the table.
Without looking at my watch, my body calibrates to three minutes, and the moment the last second ticks by, I surge into motion. I sprint in the direction Madi ran for several hundred yards and then stop, turning in a slow circle.
My clever mate wouldn’t run in a straight line. She’d double back to fool me.
I lift my nose to the air. The salt spray fills my nostrils, but I catch her scent. I turn in another slow circle.
There.
I catch her scent more fully. I take off again, slowing when I lose the scent. I find it again near the rocks. I turn and climb the jagged stones to the top of a small cliff. There, I find Madi’s scent grows stronger.
When I draw closer to it, she darts out of the crevice where she is hiding and jumps to the sand below. I vault after her, catching her around the waist and hauling her into the air.
She laughs.
I spin her in a circle, drop her to her feet, and let her run a few more feet before I catch her again. This time I tumble us both to the ground, making sure my body breaks the fall for hers. I roll her to her back in the sand and straddle her waist.
“Now, I’ve got you.” There’s a deep purr to my voice.
She blinks up at me, a smile on her face. “What now, Big Bad?”
“Now you wear my ring.” I pull the box back out of my pocket and pry the ring out. “Give me your finger.”
She offers up her right hand.
“Wrong hand.”
“You said it wasn’t an engagement ring.”
“It isn’t.” I pick up her left hand and slide the ring on her fourth finger. “But I still need to see a ring on this pretty finger. I can’t have some other human thinking you're available.”
“What if they did?”
“I will destroy any man who makes a move on you,” I growl.
“Hmm.” Madi pulls my face down to hers, moving her lips across mine. “I kind of like the jealousy.”
“Get used to it.” I yank her shirt up and slide my hand inside her bra. “I’m possessive as fuck.”
“You caught me. Now what are you going to do with me?” She shivers a little, so I scoop her back up into my arms.
“Now I’m going to fuck you senseless. But after I strip you and warm you up in the hot tub.”
She loops her arms around my neck. “That sounds amazing,” she murmurs against my ear.
Chapter Six
Madi
The island is incredible. Brick and I spend the next day exploring the natural beauty–hiking to the highest points to take in the incredible views in the morning then taking sea kayaks out through the natural stone arches in the afternoon. I saw a pod of dolphins. Brick made love to me out on the golden beach, bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until I scarcely remembered my name.
Tonight, he took me in a boat to a restaurant on Corfu.
It’s all been so magical, but we haven’t addressed anything real.
Not my job. Nor his pack. We haven’t discussed what life will look like for the two of us when we leave this beautiful island and go back to reality. The problem-solver in me can’t stand the avoidance of said reality.
And yet I’m reluctant to ruin the fantasy. I’ve never been so pampered, so doted on. I’ve never felt this kind of luxury and believed I deserved it or that it was for me.
And I still don’t. But something in me is willing to pretend for the moment.
Maybe I just need a break from all the drama and trauma of the last few weeks.
When we get back to the island, though, I sense things change. Brick goes back into Big Bad Boss mode as we walk back to our building. His expression becomes a stern mask. His demeanor grows more powerful, more distant.
He’s holding my hand but isn’t present.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I have to go away for a couple of days.”
A bucket of ice water dumps over my head. “What? Where? Why?”
Brick hesitates, and I pull my hand out of his and stop walking.
“Brick?”
“I’m going to Sweden for the Winter Pack Games.”
My stomach knots up. “When did you plan on telling me?”
Brick winces. “Now. I planned on telling you now.”
“So what? I go back to New York alone?”
“You’ll stay here for a few days until I get back. I was thinking–your mom and Brayden are still on their winter breaks, right? I could send the jet to get them.”
My eyes and nose get hot. As much as I would love to share all this luxury with my hard-working family, there’s nothing about this scenario that doesn’t stink.