Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Right now, I most definitely do.
There’s a rug in front of the log burner, and when I step on it, it becomes clear I don’t want to wait a moment longer.
Eli holds on to me with more force when I lower both of us to the floor. I only let go of him when I’m sure it’s safe, and he whines, rolling his hips impatiently. His cock is so hard it might burst at any moment, balls like two weights, and when he spreads his legs, the slick hole between his buttocks beckons me closer. It’s swollen from our fuck, ripe, tender, and I want to be inside it again like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.
Maybe it’s the effects of my trance, the adrenaline and shock of being taken down with such ease, but I want to fill Eli with my DNA, and turn him into a trembling, moaning mess who can’t live without me.
He glances over his shoulder, but I can’t wait and pull him to my chest as we lie almost flat, his face in the rug.
He makes that little whine I love so much. Like he’s the cute slinky fox to my wolf. He turns his head enough to meet my eye, his own widening when I press my cock into his crack.
“Again?” he whispers, but rocks back like a good boy, and my dick breaches his cum-slicked channel with ease.
“Ohh fuck,” I mumble when Eli’s legs slide all the way apart, and I lie flat on top of him.
Eli wiggles under me, and while he might have taken down Lyle, he’s no match for me, and will be staying where I want him unless I let him out. Which isn’t soon, because his ass feels so good.
“Yes. Take what you need,” he mumbles, half-lucid. “It’s so thick…”
I’ve had pliant sex partners before, but Eli is something else. He gives himself completely. His body is mine. He might have taken over the reins from Sullivan, but the relationship between us is nothing like the one I had with my previous master. I used to be the dog beaten into obedience. Now I’m the domesticated wolf who pulls the leash a little too hard, yet gets petted nonetheless.
The rush in my head is impossible to describe. All I know is that I need more. Harder. Faster.
I drag his pants down, until one leg is off, and he can spread his thighs wider, and then wrap him in my arms as tightly as I can, until his back feels like an integral part of my own body. He smells like life. Like the summer, and spring. Like freedom. It’s indescribable, and being inside his body—incomparable to fucking any other man in my past.
He’s my North Star. The only person who matters, and I’ll fuck him until he can’t imagine a life without me.
“Do you like that? Stretching your tight hole so it’s perfect for my dick,” I rasp and bite his ear. “I can’t help myself, I need to leave another load inside you.”
His moans are perfection every time I slap my hips hard against his ass. “Yes. Oh fuck. Breed me whenever, I’m your bitch, and you’re my wolf.”
I’m melting. My brain is no longer on, because all I know is the tightness of his ass, the soft warmth of his body, and that scent, which I want to only ever sense in combination with mine.
“Then take it. Take my cock,” I growl, holding him while my hips work, thrusting into him rapidly. The world’s falling out of focus, but I don’t care as long as I’m allowed on top of him, inside him.
We really are like two animals, and I react to every twitch, every moan he makes, rewarding him with kisses and nips he’s so very eager for.
“Fuck. You’re hitting the right spot,” Eli whines. “Feel that?” he asks and I gasp when he squeezes the muscles in his ass around me several times, sucking me in, hugging me again and again until I can’t help it and let him milk me dry.
I fall, jabbing my hips into him as ecstasy swirls inside me, squeezing my balls until they’re so empty they ache. Fuck, how I want him. How very badly I need him with me now, and even as my cock is too sensitive to keep up with the fucking, a part of me wants to keep going while he goes wild.
I settle on top of him, catching my breath, completely pumped out. In the glow of my easing arousal, I slide my hands up the sides of his body, just enjoying how his hair smells of my shampoo, and how much warmth the nearby fire gives us.
“I love feeling it inside me,” Eli confesses in a whisper, gently wiggling his ass.
I grin and push my face into the crook of his neck, kissing his skin. This time, my dick retreats on its own, softening, and I follow the fragrant trail of sweat down Eli’s back, rubbing my face against him while he moans, still not satisfied.