Chapters (24)
- Copyright and DisclaimerCopyright © July 2016, Charlene Hartnady
- Table of Contents:Chapter 1Chapter 2Chapter 3Chapter 4
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Author’s Note
- Books by this author
- Excerpt
“I won you. You are under my protection.” Out popped mister pissed off savage. “No one gets to touch you. We do not share our mates. Not ever. If another male were to pleasure you in any way, I would be forced to kill him. Am I clear?”
Julie swallowed hard. “Yes. No sharing. Got it. For the record, I’m glad. Not that this is going anywhere but I don’t do the whole sharing thing either. No threesomes and no kinky shit.” Thank god there would be no sharing. Hopefully there wouldn’t be anything sexual of any kind.
“Eat your food.” He glanced at the half eaten rabbit… roast. Poor Thumper! Her stomach growled.
Julie nodded and did as he instructed. It was just a few weeks. This would be over soon enough.
Chapter 10
Coal was more uncomfortable than he had ever been in his life. His back was to a tree. The fire was still burning because he’d carefully added a log every so often.
The female cradled in his arms nestled in further and made a soft whimpering noise. You would swear that by the way his dick throbbed that it had been a sexual sound when in fact it was a normal noise made during sleep.
Lord help him. Why was he so wound up? He found her interesting and her scent appealed to him, but she wasn’t what he would call attractive. He recalled how lush her backside had felt though when he’d gripped it. How soft and prominent her chest had felt against his. This line of thinking wasn’t helping his dick situation.
The female moved again and he had to bite back a moan. If she woke up while he was in this state, he would scare her. She wriggled, this time almost rubbing up against him. Blast and damn. She would blame him for his hard cock. She would be angry with him.
He needed to think about other things. Needed to remove his focus from her tantalizing scent or how her chest rose and fell. He really didn’t need to notice how the morning sun caught her dark strands of hair. Or how long and thick her lashes were. The human was not attractive. She wasn’t. Mud and grime still clung to her.
Her eyelids flickered. By all that was clawed and scaly, she was waking up. He risked looking down past her to where his cock jutted between them. There was no missing it. No trying to cover it. His thin, cotton pants did nothing to hide his arousal. It wasn’t something that would normally be a problem but this human was as timid as she was fierce. She thought the worst of him when it came to sex. He couldn’t allow her to see him like this and he couldn’t miraculously make his dick cooperate.
Her eyes fluttered and she made a muttering noise.