Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Memories once again tease at my mind, luring me to search for the truth. But my body is winning this war as I consume Remy with fiery need. I swallow his dick down my throat, nearly choking on his size. For so long I’ve had sex out of necessity to fulfill a need and only in my wolf form. This is different. This is everything and more, making my heart swell so big, it feels like it’ll burst from my chest.
Come down my throat.
The command I’ve thought and directed his way isn’t misunderstood because he trembles from the echo of it. But rather than obey, he yanks on my hair so hard, I pop off his dick. A stream of my saliva tethers my mouth to his cock. He releases my hair with one hand and points to his pink, swollen lips.
He wants a kiss.
I can’t even try to deny him. I’m already crawling up his tight body, mouth eager to taste his lips and tongue. When I reach his mouth that’s panting with short breaths, he pulls me to him, kissing me like a starved man.
I’ve never given two shits about kissing.
But holy hell does Remy make me love it. It feels like a dance that we both know and have already mastered. Exhilaration pulses through me as my tongue lashes against his. My groans are loud and urgent as I kiss him with everything in me. I don’t need to hear sounds mirrored back at me because his heart hammering in his chest against mine, and the way his erection rubs against mine is enough to know he feels the same.
That this feels good.
That we’re in it together.
A dirty little secret I’m not sure I’ll be able to keep from the others.
My sanity begs for me to grab that line of thought and consider what I’m doing, but my ravenous desire wins out, silencing my brain. I tongue-fuck his mouth as I rut against him. His dick is slick against mine from his earlier orgasm and my saliva. It feels incredible.
For something so wrong and completely messed up, it’s the absolute best thing I’ve ever done in my entire life.
I want more.
More of him—of us.
Though it doesn’t make sense outside of this moment, it doesn’t change how I feel. I may not understand it, but I still want it.
Teeth bite down on my bottom lip, drawing me from my thoughts to the boy beneath me, breathing heavily and starved for my attention. I lock my eyes on his dark ones, trying my damnedest to see inside that head of his. Longing settles deep in my gut. I ache to know all his darkest thoughts and somehow help shine light on them. I want to caress away his fears and kiss to life his fantasies.
I want it all.
His nails bite into my shoulders as I thrust against his dick with mine. The heat between us is climbing to such fiery levels there’s no way we’ll ever be able to douse it. Not that I care in this moment. All I care about is him. His pleasure. His release. His happiness.
“You don’t hate me,” I murmur against his perfect, plump lips.
He shakes his head, and my heart swells in size. Days ago, I wouldn’t have cared one way or another as long as he was safe. Now it means the fucking world to know he doesn’t hate me as he likes to claim.
“I want you to come with me.” I meet his stare again. “We do this together.”
He nods, and his eyes slam closed. His teeth press into his lower lip as his nostrils flare. A blush creeps over his cheeks. I know he’s close. I can feel it. It’s as though I have the power to charm it out of him.
“That’s it, Remy, baby, give it to me.”
He gasps, my words seemingly doing the trick to send him over the edge. Heat shoots up between us. The warm slickness drenching our cocks is enough to have my nuts drawing up, and then my own seed bursts out. With hard throbs, cum jets out, soaking him. Knowing that I’m marking him with thick, potent cum does something to me. Stirs something deep and dark inside.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
The words are like war drums pounding inside my head so loud my ears hurt. I wonder if he can hear me thinking them. His smile is lazy and appreciative while his brown eyes flare with agreement.
He’s mine, and he knows it.
I fall against him, burying my face against his scarred neck. My lips press kisses to the puckered flesh. As the air cools my heated flesh and reality creeps back in, my stomach dips in a dizzying way.
I need to go.
Really. I really need to.
But I’m boneless and perfectly content with my Remy pinned beneath my large body. Despite being smaller than me, he’s still sturdy. He’s not weak by any means. There’s always been a quiet strength about him and a mental alertness that only comes from losing a vital part of you. The rest of his body has sharpened its senses to make up for not being able to speak. It’s impressive. His determination and inner fire are still there even though he’s unable to unleash it vocally.