Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88262 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
It was yet another thing that Draven had brought out in me.
More change that I never asked for.
But it’s starting to feel too fucking addictive.
There were some people who just made you do bad things. People that would get under your skin in a way that made your brain turn off completely, making you want things so badly you didn’t have time to regret doing them.
“Come here,” Draven finally said, taking my hand and leading me over past the side of the Hard Spot and toward the back of the building, finding a spot behind two tall trees that was at least mostly shrouded away from the rest of the world. Nobody would usually walk back here unless they were taking a strange shortcut.
Draven shoved me up against the fat trunk of one of the trees.
My field of view was filled with nothing other than him. A canopy of leaves above us, the dim light of the empty, glowing back street behind the Hard Spot far behind him, and us here between two buildings, hidden away.
I was so fixated on his eyes. His dark rows of lashes, framing them, as he looked down and up again, frantic.
Frantic because I’d made him frantic.
God fucking damn it.
It didn’t matter that he was a man—in that moment, in the low light, he looked so beautiful to me that it hurt somewhere deep in my soul.
He was crushingly attractive. His high cheekbones, and those goddamn ruddy lips that he wouldn’t let me kiss, for some reason. His dark hair that looked so soft and smelled so good, like some warm spiced vanilla every time I’d been this close to him.
Suddenly a list of desires broke out from somewhere in my mind.
Things I’d wanted, but never let out into the light of day.
I want to feel his hair. How soft it really is.
I want to know what it might feel like to have someone this strong pin me down in bed. Leave me helpless. Make me struggle, force me to come.
I want to fucking kiss him. Suck on his lower lip. Bite it. Feel his tongue slide on mine.
And I want him to let me.
The thoughts swirled around my mind like they were in orbit around me, now. His green eyes were on me, something possessive coming out in him—or maybe he was just pissed off that I’d been so pushy with him.
His palm found its way to the front of my chest, reaching up under my tank top and hitting my bare skin.
He must have been able to feel my heart pounding now.
And then all at once, he moved his other hand down past the waistband of my pants in a smooth motion, and I gasped as his fingers reached in and closed around my cock.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He had me pinned against the tree and now his hand was around my cock, gripping it for the first time, out in public.
It was a tight fit past my waistband. He moved his hand from my cock down to my sack, stroking along my balls, tightened up under his touch.
“Someone could see us,” I uttered too quickly, my voice low and a little wavering now because I was so turned on even though alarm bells were going off in my head.
“And you like that,” Draven said in a tone that was nearly a growl.
I let out another near-whimper.
He was right.
He was so right about everything. All of the things I wanted to hate him for, since the moment I’d met him.
Nothing about this was good. Being in public. Being with him. My sister’s fucking ex-boyfriend, with his hand down my pants, in the town I’d been in since I was born. A guy who was like a werewolf in human form, cold and calculating until the exact moment when he decided to become feral.
His hand closed around my cock again and I melted back against the tree, the mottled surface of the trunk pressing against the thin material of my tank top onto my back.
Draven hummed. “Undo the button.”
“Bad idea.”
“Do it.”
I breathed deep, reaching down with shaky hands to undo the top button on my pants, giving his forearm that much more leeway to work with my cock. I slid down my zipper afterward, and Draven moved in a little closer to one side of my body, getting a better grip.
The side of his body was pressed against one side of mine, now, half-pinning me to the tree still while he started to stroke my cock in earnest. It felt so good and so wrong that I swore I could lose control at a moment’s notice, but I also wouldn’t have stopped this for the world.
I’d taken a fifteen-minute break from work when I’d left to follow him outside, and I had no idea how much time had passed now. I may as well have been on another planet now.