Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Staring into his eyes, she was pretty sure she heard him say he’d be back in just a moment. She watched him take off, running through the forest. There was no way she could look away. He was a stunning combination. The power in his legs, the gracefulness with which he ran. Boyan had warned her that he was going to need to do a quick run, to allow his wolf to roam freely. He asked her to stay, to wait for him, and to just be in the forest, and so she did.
We’re finally home.
We’re free.
In the last few days, she knew her wolf was happy. She knew this kind of feeling was what they’d been searching for all their lives. Living in the city, traveling through towns, none of that had brought her peace, but the moment she stepped foot in Poison, she had finally come home. This was where she was meant to stay, and there was no way she was going to leave.
She didn’t know how much time had passed before Boyan finally returned, but he stepped through the forest in human form, completely naked.
“Did you have a good run?” she asked.
“I did, but now it’s even better.” He reached for her, and she put her hands within his. He started to walk back and she followed him.
“I have a feeling you’re just showing off right now.”
“Maybe a little bit.”
She chuckled but he walked them back toward a small lake.
“I thought you might like a swim.”
He pulled her in close and was already pulling her dress up her body and throwing it to the side. Agatha couldn’t believe how much love she had for this man. She giggled as he attacked her bra, then her panties. He hated whenever she wore underwear.
Boyan picked her up in his arms, and before she could stop him, he’d carried her into the water, which was cold to start with as soon as it touched her flesh. With Boyan’s arms wrapped around her, she soon started to warm up. He didn’t let her go and she loved it as he held her tightly, kissing her. His tongue traced across her lips, and as she gasped, he slid right inside, tasting her.
Putting her hands at his waist, she was tempted to slide them up, to wrap them around his neck, to press their naked bodies together, but instead she kept one hand at his waist, and with the other she slowly began to stroke downward, wrapping her fingers around his length.
He growled out.
“Two can play this game.” He spun her around so that her back was to him. She still held his length in her grip, but Boyan was able to cup her between her thighs.
His lips were at her neck, his tongue tracing across the curve, playing right over her pulse.
“You’re so wet,” he said as his fingers slid between her slit, touching across her clit.
She worked his cock, going from the tip down, then back up again. He was so hard, long, and thick. She didn’t want to ever let him go.
“Are you wet for me?” he asked.
Agatha smiled. This was a question he asked often and she knew why.
“Yes, I’m wet only for you.” Boyan loved the fact she’d been a virgin. He loved that no other man had touched her, and she loved that as well.
She knew he hadn’t been a virgin, but she didn’t care. Macy, in front of the whole pack, had apologized. Agatha had accepted her apology and in a strange way, they had become friends. She understood that Macy hadn’t realized Boyan was taken, that he was mated.
Boyan had then told her exactly what it meant to be mated. It meant as wolves, they were to spend the rest of their lives together, to love one another, to be by each other’s side, to have each other’s back, to grow old together. In short, they had finally found each other’s happily ever after. She loved him so much.
He growled against her body and if it was even possible, she felt how incredibly hard he got.
“That’s right. All me. Only me.”
He slid a finger deep inside her, then a second. He stretched his fingers, teasing her as he did this, opening her up. She thrust against his waiting hand, not wanting him to stop, almost begging him to keep going.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to come on my fingers and once you do, I’ll fuck you and make you come all over my dick. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes!” Everything he said sounded amazing.
He pulled his fingers from her pussy, and used both to work her clit, drawing her higher and higher toward orgasm. It never took him long to bring her to release. She was often a little embarrassed by how fast she came from his touch alone. Even with his tongue, she found her release quickly and she loved it.