Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
“You can be a good girl, and you’re going to be a good girl for me,” he says, caressing my hair as he strokes in and out of my mouth, cupping my chin and the back of my head simultaneously to guide me.
I let him do with me as he will. I feel a sort of dreamy, happy sensation running through my body. I am not being pleasured directly, but somehow I am enjoying this anyway.
Krall’s handling gets a little more tense and more rough as he approaches his climax. He is careful not to knot inside my mouth, to keep that thick rod outside my lips when he shoots his cum down my throat.
I swallow obediently, half closing my eyes when he presses a gentle kiss on the top of my head. He doesn’t call me a good girl, but I feel it somehow.
“To bed,” he says, sounding immediately groggy. “We have a long journey in the morning.”
He lies down in the bed and is asleep in less than a minute.
“Old man,” Thorn smirks, hiding a yawn himself. He takes a place on the bed too, lying back with his hands behind his head. I am tempted to join him, but there is a third wolf in the room, and that one is not done with me.
“Not a very good escape attempt,” Skor murmurs in my ear, his hand on the back of my neck in a possessive sort of way. He is speaking quietly. Not quite a whisper, but barely more. “You could have been miles away by now if you hadn’t decided to be a delinquent.”
I don’t respond, though it is increasingly difficult not to. Krall is easy, I’m realizing. He’s a big overbearing alpha wolf, but there’s a simplicity to him that makes me feel very comfortable. Skor, on the other hand, increasingly feels like something I have battled before on a long night. He is a shady creature, and I am wary around him.
“What did you think you were doing?” His lips are on my ear.
“Just getting some candy. Nothing bad.”
“You have to follow the laws of the civilized world. You can’t break into houses and take what you want. You’ll end up with a bullet in you,” he growls at me. “I think you know that. Theft is wrong in the mountains too.”
Does he care? He wants me to think he cares. I’m not even listening to him. His concerns are the least of mine. I let sugar get in the way of my escape. I am so disappointed in myself, and I can’t even really express the reason I did it. I am used to only ever doing the thing that leads to the highest chance of survival. I didn’t do that tonight. I did something just for pleasure, and it fucked me.
“I’m tired,” I say. “I’m going to sleep.”
It feels like an act of defiance to climb up onto the bed and take a place between Krall and Thorn. It still smells like humans, but there’s less humanity in this room than before. Krall’s seed is quite the diffuse scent.
I leave Skor to the end of the bed, tucking my legs up so my feet don’t touch him. He settles in without obvious complaint, boxing me in. If I want to make another attempt at escape, I’m going to have to wait until everybody is truly fast asleep and then I’m going to have to move without rocking the bed too much.
While planning my exit, I fall asleep.
CHAPTER 6
Thorn
Morning comes, the train bell rings, and we all tumble out of bed, grab a bit of breakfast on the way, and board the train. Tabby comes along with us quite nicely. Her hair is tousled from days of travel and quite a bit of drama. She needs a bath. I’d like to give her one. I’d like to help her wash her hair. I’d like to clean every inch of her skin. I’d like to be inside her again, but not in a horrible, terrible, fucking monstrous way.
Krall is not leaving her alone for a single moment, and Skor isn’t anywhere too close, but his eyes never flick away from her. All three of us are absolutely obsessed with our mate.
The train is not that full. We are almost the only passengers on it, aside from a couple of adventurers who load on with big rucksacks and crates. I suspect they’ve been mining gems in the lower hills. They look very defensive of their haul. We’ve no interest in their shiny rocks, but it will be better to stay away from them. As the journey goes on, more and more people will join until it is crowded.
“We’ve got a sleeping cabin until Westwood,” Krall tells us. “That’s about three days from here. After that, we’ll have to see what we do. Maybe get a car and go by road rather than rail.”