Total pages in book: 218
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 215412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1077(@200wpm)___ 862(@250wpm)___ 718(@300wpm)
I continue to work him, studying every adjustment and spasm, hyperaware of the heat, the lubrication, the way his cock fills my mouth and his ass grips my pinky finger.
His hips jerk involuntarily, his breath catching in short bursts, but he doesn’t pull away. He presses into my touch, driving deeper into my mouth, chasing more, more, more.
I hold him there, right at that trembling edge, giving him exactly what he asked for.
More.
Using the pad of my finger to locate his prostate, I stroke upward in a come-hither motion. Then I apply a steady pressure that bows his back off the bed.
“Fuck, Dove. I’m coming. Coming so hard.” He fists my hair and fucks my mouth, spilling heavy heat into my throat.
I savor the salty, clean taste of him, swallowing him down and stroking him through the release until he settles.
As I start to sit back, he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his chest, taking us both to the mattress.
“Where did you learn to do that?” His hands find my ass, his fingers absently kneading.
I’ve been with men who loved ass play. Over the years, a few taught me how to do it properly. One man, as it turns out, also liked my stepbrother’s dick in his ass.
Come to think of it, how many of my past lovers were secretly gay? How many was Jag fucking behind my back?
I wait for the anger to rise, but it doesn’t. Gavin lied to me about many things, the biggest one being his sexual orientation. But he didn’t deserve to die.
Regret is the emotion that squeezes my chest. I should’ve been more selective about my partners. Should’ve used better judgment rather than seeking a warm body out of loneliness and a desperate, misplaced need for love.
How pathetic.
“Whatever you’re thinking, knock it off.” Wolf grips my chin, forcing my eyes to his. “I will never shame you for the lovers you’ve had. But I will shame them.”
“Why them?”
“Because they lost you. Tragic.” He runs his thumb over my Medusa piercing. “Their loss is my reward.”
My heart flutters. “How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Read me so clearly and say the right things. You’re too good to be true.”
“I’m just me.” He shrugs. “And I’m yours.”
This feeling he stirs… It’s not soft or floaty. It’s a pressure in my ribs. A rush of adrenaline. A pulse that won’t settle, no matter how still I sit. It’s my guard rising, then dropping, then rising again, fighting a battle I already lost.
“And I’m yours.” I kiss him slowly, languidly, and pull back, moving toward the bathroom. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”
As I wash my hands and brush my teeth, I replay Wolf’s orgasm in my mind.
There may come a time when my finger isn’t enough, when toys aren’t enough, when my soft, womanly body isn’t enough.
What if he needs something different, someone different, to figure himself out?
A man.
A new dynamic.
A direction I can’t compete with.
The idea of sharing him makes me murderous. Not petty jealousy. Ugly, selfish possessiveness. I don’t want to be the kind of woman who digs her claws into him, cages him, and keeps him from exploring whatever he needs to understand about himself.
But the thought of stepping aside?
No.
Hell fucking no.
I’ll fight for him with every drop of blood in my body. And we’ll figure it out. I’ll find a way.
As I slip out of the bathroom and pause in the doorway, my frightening spiral of thoughts unclenches.
Wolf sprawls on his back, an arm tossed above his head, the other resting against his stomach. Passed out cold.
Dark waves of hair stick to his forehead and fall across his cheek, completely untamed. And his face…
God.
Every ounce of tension he carries, the pain, the shadows, all of it has drained out of him. What’s left is unarmored, gentle, boyish innocence.
His lashes lie thick and dark against his cheeks, his full lips parted and swollen from our kisses. No nightmares. No tight breaths. No haunted flickers under his lids.
I turn off the lights, letting the moon take over, the glow spilling through the open balcony door. The curtains drift lazily, turning the room into a slow-moving hush of shadows and warm breeze.
I climb onto the bed and curl into his side. He shifts instinctively, even in sleep, an arm sweeping around me and pulling me against his chest. His breath fans across my forehead, and just like that, I join him in the land of dreams.
Sometime later, movement wakes me.
Wolf eases me onto my back, his naked body settling over mine, solid and warm. His palms glide down my hips, coaxing my legs open.
“Bluebird.” He hooks a finger in the crotch of my undies and pushes it to the side. “I need you.”
It’s dark, and he’s on top of me, hard as a rock and wanting me like it’s the easiest truth in the world.