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I wake to the most beautiful morning. I raise my hands above my head and I feel like a new woman. I’m free of the debt to Kingsley. Now I can meet him on my terms. I take a few more minutes to savior the feeling and the off the chart lovemaking he gave me last night.
Then I remember the hard love I had in bed. I turn to look for a clock, I need to know the time. I’m hungry and it looks like it could be about noon with the sun out and the fog gone. I’m aching all over when I try to move, even my hair.
Every cavity below my waist is throbbing. I try to move my neck and it’s stiff and my behind is sore. Passing my hand on my butt, I remember Kingsley smacking me there. “Who does he think he is?” I murmur with a smile. If he wants me, he will have to go slow with that kind of action. I would only put up with that from him because I think I’m in love with that crazy man, who thinks he’s a wolf.
I’m beginning to like that freaky controlling hot maniac. He’s so sexy that I’m carried away just looking at his rock hard body. I have to get a hold on myself and come back to earth. “Earth to Raven. Come in,” I mumble. Then I take the palm of my hand and knock the side of my head. “Is anyone home?” I murmur.
How can I be in love with him? I must be crazy too. What kind of woman falls for a man that thinks he’s a werewolf? Me of course. My grandmother said there was something odd about me. She should know. “You’re just like me,” she would say. I glance around. If I find a phone, I’m going to order some food. I could eat a horse.
My eyes search around the room and the phone is across from me on the night stand to my right where Kingsley was sleeping. I have to make an effort to reach the phone because the bed is so large and I’m sore.
After ordering everything I could think of, I plan to get out of this bed. Serves him right leaving me alone. I try to order everything I could ever want or thought of. I hope it’s expensive.
He’s a freaking billionaire. I could eat the most expensive food every day of my life and it wouldn’t make a dent in his bank account.
Where is that gorgeous man anyway? I climb out of bed feeling like I’ve been running a long distance race and I’m collapsing at the finish line. My legs are wobbling and I need a shower. I’m walking slower than usual. I remember what I thought about Kingsley and his large hands. Any woman who would let him make love to her, would end up walking bow leg and it appears that it’s true.
I search around for the restroom, and after opening up a door, I discover it’s a closet, but I finally find the restroom. I had to decide, shower or bathtub. That tub is as large as a swimming pool and it is begging me to step inside. Turning on the water, I sit on the edge pouring enough bath salt and gel to make bubbles. I ease down inside the tub, close my eyes, and turn on the spa massage jets. I’m in heaven. I need something to sooth my delicate flesh between my legs. I don’t hear a sound but I feel a presence. I open my eyes and look up.
There standing towering over me is Kingsley. He stoops beside the tub and place his hands in the water. I flinched. “I can’t take anymore, Mr. Anderson. I’ve reached my quota with you.”
“You have to get out of the habit of calling me Mr. Anderson.” He has a curious deceptive look. One thick dark eyebrow raised. “You are my mate now and you should call me Kingsley, except when I’m with my pack. Then you can refer to me as Mr. Anderson.”
“Now that is wrong. I mean this doesn’t make any sense anyway. I know you may have had an accident and that you think you’re a werewolf, but I like you enough and I’m willing to overlook that problem you have. I don’t care if you are a little touched in the head because I still like you and I want to be with you.” I wink at him and add, “You’re some kind of lover.” He glances at me and smiles with those white polished teeth. It’s the first time I notice that he has the most distinct incisors. I didn’t see them before, and his eyes are a no longer blue, they have a brown tint to them.
“Is something wrong with you,” I ask because now I’m beginning to get worried. Could he have altered his appearance the way you see some of the nuts running around and saying they are vampires by wearing false teeth and a cape? I’m beginning to become curious and concerned.
He places his hand on my mound and I’m staring at him. It’s as if he’s seducing me with his eyes. I’m like a deer gaping at a wolf. I have to shake my head to be sure I’m not dreaming.
One hand is covering both of my breasts and he’s breathing hard. I’m breathing hard because every time he’s near me my body reacts in an unnatural way. I want him to take me and do whatever he wants to me. That happened last night. He gave it to me hard. Hard love with hard force and I can’t wait for more.
After I woke last night, he was lying over me again. I felt his body and eyes peering at me. And my eyes opened wide. He was on me again and I can’t remember what he did to me but I’m sore everywhere this morning.
“Don’t worry,” he says to me. “Your body will get used to me.”
“What do you mean by that? I’m not that strong. I can’t go on with this every night. You have all the money in the world, you can fuck your nights and days away, but I can’t afford to.”
“Since you’re my mate you will have all the privileges and money your heart desire and whatever else you want or need. You will want for nothing.” He leans in kissing me with those words. His tongue collides with mine and he’s sucking it feverishly and I’m surrendering everything to him because I have an intense need dashing through to my opening where his large finger probes my tender flesh.
I open up to allow a clear passage and raise my breasts and now my nipples are pebble hard and tender. When he touches them with his mouth, I pull away. “What’s the matter?” he questions smiling at me.
“You must have done something to me last night to make them so sensitive.”
“The only thing I’ve done is impregnate you,” he says his voice firm.
“Let’s not go there. I’m not pregnant. And what is it with you trying to say I’m having babies.”
“You’re not having babies, you’re having my pups. There’s a difference.”