Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I peeked around the tree, and Crow’s gaze immediately snagged on mine, wild and untamed, like he wanted this too, liked this too.
I turned to run, and Crow came after me. He didn’t catch me, and I had a feeling he could, that he was holding back, like he knew he had an animalistic side that teetered on not feeling human, and if he gave in to that, he would catch me too soon.
Sliding to a stop, I hid behind a thick tree, my breathing coming out even more heavily now. I heard Crow’s footsteps crunching in the snow.
“I’ll find you,” he said. “You can’t hide from me, little lamb. I can smell you…smell how much you want me…the muskiness of your desire, the scent of sugar that always clings to your skin. I’m going to find you, and I’m going to fuck you.”
My knees nearly gave out. That was maybe the hottest thing I’d ever heard. I bolted out from my hiding spot, but Crow was there. I tried to escape him but tripped and fell, his body landing on top of mine.
He growled, burying his face in my throat and sucking in a deep, long breath through his nose. He took in my scent, rubbed his beard against me like he was some kind of wolf. “I want to fuck you out here, just like this, like I’m an animal and you’re my prey.”
“Oh God.” I seriously almost busted a nut just hearing him say that. I arched toward him, rubbing our bodies together. The winter gear kept me from feeling him the way I needed. “Fuck me, Crow.”
He nipped at me, but the stupid clothes were getting in the way.
“Touch me,” I ordered, but Crow didn’t move from the way he held me down, thrusting against me while breathing me in.
Continuing our game, I pushed him off, and Crow let me. I shoved to my feet and ran but couldn’t get far, not that I wanted to. He blocked me in against a tree, his hair hanging in his face—he’d lost his beanie at some point—and slowly stalked closer.
“Crow…” I begged when he reached me, and pushed my fingers through his hair. Still no words. Somehow I knew I wouldn’t get any for a while. Crow had checked out, or at least part of him had, and he was giving in to the baser needs inside him.
I loved this Crow just as much as I did the other one.
“Please…take me. Remind me I’m yours. Show me how much you want me.”
Crow gave a deep snarl in response, picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, stalking toward the house.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Crow
He felt so fragile in my arms, though I knew my little lamb was anything but.
Still, I liked how small he felt, liked his gentle bone structure beneath my hands and wrapped around my body. Loved that I could easily carry him into the house, my dick throbbing with the need to be inside him in a way I’d never craved another person’s body before.
Cyrus wiggled in my hold as if wanting to escape. It had taken everything in me not to rip his clothes off and take him right there in the snow—though I would never risk him in temperatures like these. But the predatory nature inside me, which had grown in all these years of solitude, now surged and bubbled over to the point where I barely felt human, where I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep my need for him under control.
This was a game…but not, and I was lucky my little lamb wanted to play with me.
I set him on his feet the moment I stepped inside, and he frowned as though he hadn’t expected that. My hair hung in my face, eyes hard on him as I looked at Cyrus through the strands. When he ran, I smiled, enjoying the still unfamiliar feel of it on my face and knowing it was all because of the man pretending to try and escape me. I took off after him, both of us throwing jackets and scarves as we went through the house. He turned into our room before I did, and I slowed my pace, stalked him unhurriedly, my skin prickling as I went.
Cyrus had gotten his boots off and was standing beside the bed, as if knowing there was nowhere he could go.
“What are you going to do to me?” He took one step backward, the backs of his legs hitting the mattress.
My steps were measured as I approached him. I didn’t use words, just ripped his shirt over his head. My breathing was ragged, Cyrus’s was too, the two sounds alternating and making a rough melody together.
Cyrus fell onto the bed. My mind was so full of my desire for him that one second I was opening his pants and the next they were off, underwear too, and I didn’t even remember doing it. He lay horizontally on the bed, knees at the edge and feet hanging over. His pretty cock was swollen and pink, the head redder and leaking with his need for me.