Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
It’s bedlam all around me.
There’s shouting. Tyson is shouting over his shoulder at the guy that’s on the floor, the guy with the bloody streaks on his face. The guy Tyson threw. The guy I thought Tyson was going to kill.
There are other men crowding us, trying to calm Tyson down.
I curl into myself and squeeze my eyes tight, trying to block it all out. I can’t comprehend this. I can’t.
***
I smell citrus furniture polish and I hear low voices talking.
I’m under blankets, in a soft cloud.
My eyes open. I guess I fainted.
And then I woke while Cat tended to the bleeding and splinters. She also rewrapped my ankle, telling me in a soft and motherly voice that I can ditch the ankle bandage the next day, ditch all the bandages the next day. And then I fainted again, I think. I don’t even know…
And everything slams into me with the force of a brick wall that I’ve driven straight into.
One second I’m asking him to dance, the next, he’s throwing me behind him, and I fall as he attacks someone he threw about ten feet away, then he roared so loud that it deafened me, it felt like an earthquake shook the room. Before the noise and shaking stopped, he was undressing and turning me to my belly.
I thought for a second before I got spun around that he was taking his clothes off to shift, to fight as a wolf against that guy he’d roared at, but then he’s on me, spearing into me from behind. In front of dozens upon dozens of people in a crowded barn dance.
Bailey told me that after those awards ceremonies the younger ones were leaving and thank God for that because that meant no small kids or younger teens would’ve seen that.
Seen me.
Me.
Getting screwed in public.
Seen me fighting to crawl away, only to get dragged back by my red lace thong, in front of everybody. Pain sliced through me as I was dragged. I had splinters from the wood floor in my palms, in my knees.
And the thing he became when he flipped me, and that knot filled me and began vibrating inside me?
He was Tyson, but also the black wolf. At the same time. Like the definition of a two-legged wolf man instead of a wolf down on all fours. Hair everywhere, though not as thick. His nose halfway between man and animal.
And his hands were like his normal hands, but larger.
And his body heat? Like I was inside of an oven with him while he did that to me.
And it was like I wasn’t there. He was losing it. He was growling and snapping his teeth at the other guy while he thrust into me over and over.
And it was horrible. Every second of it.
Especially when my body turned on me and without a choice because of that vibrating and pulsing thing inside me I was climaxing.
Climaxing!
Climaxing in front of everyone while on the floor. I climaxed so hard beneath that monster who fucked me hard while holding me down with his giant hands. In front of everyone. I cried out an orgasm with my eyes tight shut because I didn’t want to look at them. Didn’t want to look at Bailey, his mother, his fucking grandparents who were probably still there, too.
My neck hurts, too; I think he broke skin when he held me down with his teeth to it.
I whimpered and writhed under him, crying out as his hot cum filled me, spilled from me. And while he was still coming, he began licking at that spot on my neck, laughing while I was writhing like a come-drunk slut under him.
I’m mortified. Horrified.
And my heart is absolutely shattered.
A sob tears out of me.
“Ivy?” Tyson’s leaning over me, trying to talk to me.
Tyson. Tyson who did that to me.
My eyes open and I scream. I scream at the sight of him and then I’m running.
I’m running and others are moving sideways to let me go.
He chases me and catches me in the hallway, hooking an arm around my waist from behind, lifting me high and scooping under my knees with his other arm so he can pull me high and tight against his chest. He’s carrying me back, making ‘shh’ sounds.
“Purr for her, Tyson,” an older man’s voice orders.
Tyson starts doing that as he approaches the bed and I go from struggling to lax. I’m bawling into the hard chest that I’m plastered against and can’t break free from as he gets into the big sleigh bed in his parents’ bedroom in that beautiful castle-house, keeping me tight in his arms. Rocking me. Rocking me and his chest vibrating that soothing sound straight through me.
I’m trembling so hard. And I can’t stop. My body aches from how much. It’s like convulsions.