Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 130955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 655(@200wpm)___ 524(@250wpm)___ 437(@300wpm)
He felt a bit like that time he’d tried to prank Jan by feeding him Viagra in a sandwich, but mixed up their meals at lunch and ended up having the drug himself. But back then his mind had remained stable, even though once he’d gotten hard, he remained so for very long. This was something else altogether. Every time he wasn’t thinking about making coffee or the snow thawing outside, his imagination suggested sex.
Mostly with Yev, but with any man, really. With Jan in a nightclub bathroom in Cracow, with Adam when Emil wasn’t looking, with Tomek behind a fox shed. Dicks driving into him like sledgehammers and leaving him dripping with spunk.
What the fuck was that about?
He opted for preparing a buffet breakfast. He placed slices of ham, pâté loaf, and cheese on a board along with some cut tomatoes and cucumbers—not the prettiest of slices but they would have to do. Alongside all that, he put cream cheese with chives, butter, honey, and homemade raspberry jam, to be eaten with Adam’s dense homemade bread. But when his gaze swept over a pot of cream for the coffee and it reminded him of cum, he let out a frustrated groan and spun in place, wondering what the hell was happening to him.
His temperature was somewhat elevated but nothing to worry about.
What if this was what werewolf pheromones did to a man? Was it possible that Yev had somehow addicted Radek to him?
He stopped himself halfway to the phone, angry that he so mindlessly stepped toward it. Yev had broken his heart, and Radek shouldn’t be coming up with dumb excuses to hear his voice. Yes, Yev had been honest. He was a good person. But if Radek didn’t stay away, he’d fall into his arms again and end up hurt even more.
At last, footsteps on the wooden stairs. Company would keep his mind from wandering off where it shouldn’t.
“Radek? Do I smell coffee?” Adam asked as he descended in a blue sweater and jeans, his pale hair still wet from the shower that had not managed to wash off the scent of sperm, because its aroma hit Radek the moment the other man approached.
He clenched his hand on a tomato too hard, and it splattered his fingers with juice and slippery seeds. Seed. He shouldn’t be thinking about seed. Not Adam’s. Not anyone’s. He now wished he could have turned off his annoyingly alert sense of smell.
Emil fucking Adam into the mattress hard, like Radek knew he could.
Adam riding Emil’s cock as if it couldn’t sate him no matter how fast he milked it.
Radek held against the wall with Yev’s strong hands, legs spread for dick, Yev’s claws digging into skin.
“Radek?”
“Huh? Yes, yes, I made us all breakfast.” He faked a smile, hoping he didn’t have a stain of pre-cum on his pants.
Adam raised his eyebrows. “The tomato…?” He pointed to the squashed vegetable still dripping from between Radek’s fingers.
“Oh. Sorry.” At least this was a decent excuse for turning his back on Adam, so he rushed to dispose of the tomato and wash his hands.
Adam grinned as he passed the table. “My, my! What a feast! I feel pampered,” he said, energetic as if he’d just had the fuck of his life. He stuck his head outside and whistled. Moments later, Jinx, their huge wolf dog sped inside, cuddling against Adam’s thighs as if she hadn’t seen him for weeks.
He roughly dried her paws before leading the way back to the kitchen. “Let’s feed you too, girl! What will it be? Chicken? Pork?”
Jinx gave a sharp howl that ended in a sound reminiscent of bubbling water, and sat by the bowls while her master selected the right container from the fridge. Jinx only ate homemade. She was nowhere near as big as Yev in his werewolf form, but Radek still had to fight the urge to hug the beast, to lick her furry ear, to—
No. He was disgusting.
Was he addicted to sex and never realized it because finding partners came so easily to him?
No, that couldn’t be. He’d been through some dry spells without much issue.
“Morning!” Emil said with the grin of a sated beast as he strode into the kitchen and got himself a cup of coffee. “There’s my girl!” he greeted Jinx, but the wolf evaded her master and went straight for Radek, pressing her muzzle to his crotch and sniffing loudy.
Radek’s face exploded with heat, and he pulled his T-shirt lower, shooing her away.
“Whoa! I know I spilled broth on myself earlier, but take it easy,” he said, stepping behind the table and sitting so the wood hid away his shame.
Emil chuckled as if it were the funniest thing on the planet, but when Jinx dove under the table instead of going for her food, even he frowned. “Wow. You’ll need to change or she might tear those pants off you and eat them.”