Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Rafe gives orders quite naturally, I notice. He is not lacking in dominance, even though Einar is clearly the leader of this little band.
Einar does as Rafe says, turning me around to face him and letting my legs spread over his lap. The cloak is gone now. I am naked and straddling my abductor in the back of a van and very much hoping that someone fucks me.
That’s the thing about being a shifter. You never know who or what you’re going to be next.
I sense that Einar is hesitant at first, but he lets the other powerfully built man run his hand down my back from behind. He must be crouching in the bed of the van, not caring about being belted in safely as much as he does about claiming me in turn.
I feel Rafe’s fingers touch my pussy from underneath, as Einar holds me in place, like some kind of sexual chalice waiting to be filled. This is very wrong, but also very fucking hot. I am still a little sleepy, and something about those night chemicals makes me feel as though this isn’t quite real. It’s okay to let this happen, because it’s so far out of my realm of experience, I know that when the sun rises and the new day finds me, it probably won’t have happened at all.
Rafe’s fingers sweep up a good amount of my natural lubricating juices, then starts to play with the tighter, much more concerning hole down there.
“Hey,” I whimper.
“Hold her still,” Rafe says to Einar. “And spread her cheeks. Let’s see what having her ass played with does for her attitude.”
I bury my face in Einar’s neck and feel his big hands spreading my ass open. Rafe uses my juices to help my tight ass relax and soften for him, and before I know it, his thumb is pushing into my butt hole.
I let out a gasp of shock at finding myself twice impaled, one finger from Einar in my pussy, one thumb in my ass from Rafe. They work independently of one another, but they know what they’re doing.
“How does it feel to have your ass stretched, whelp?” Rafe asks the question. “I don’t hear as much mouthing off now, do I?”
“No,” I moan softly, my face burning with embarrassment.
“If you’re naughty, you’ll have your ass fucked. And guess what?”
“What?” I whimper the question.
“If you’re good, you’ll still take my cock in your ass,” Rafe says. “I haven’t forgotten the reason we were going to duel. This just gives me a better way to teach you some respect.”
“Stop frightening her,” Kirin pipes up.
“She’s not frightened. She just flooded my hand,” Einar says. “I think our little mate likes the rougher threats.”
I fucking love them, truth be told. The prospect of being fucked and made a little sore and sorry at the same time is actually quite appealing. I don’t know why. The same reason my brain thinks it’s fun to break out of the academy and shoot Nile drones down. I just like to be stimulated. I like danger. I enjoy rough stuff. I grew up being thrown around the academy, after all.
“If you two keep doing that, I’m going to stop this vehicle,” Kirin says. “Save some for me.”
“She’s not a cake. She’ll keep.”
“She’s mate bonding with you assholes as we speak, and I should be part of that.”
“Fine. We’ll make her come one more time, and then you can be next. You can have her all to yourself. You can be the first one to…”
“To what?” I ask the question with a little bit of trepidation.
Einar tips my face up to his. “To mate with you.”
I feel my body flood with that pulse of desire again, making me instantly wetter. Fuck, yes. I want to be mated. The van is an enclosed space and my sense of smell has always been keen, given I am a wolf underneath it all. I can scent them, and myself. I am the most potent of them all. My wetness, my virginal need is doing the sexual equivalent of hot boxing this van. I think we’re all going a little crazy right now…
Boom!
The vehicle skids sideways as some kind of incendiary device hits it in the rear.
“They’re on us,” Kirin says. His voice is so neutral that the adrenaline spike that hit me first up subsides almost immediately.
“They are,” Einar agrees.
“Are they trying to get me?” I whimper the question. It’s hard to be brave when you’re naked and the fingers of two men just promptly exited your body due to an explosion.
“No, don’t worry. This isn’t about you. This is just what it is like living in Nile City.”
“You mean Eclipse.”
Rafe laughs. “This city has been called Nile by everybody who lives here for years. Only people who call it Eclipse are academy brats who either don’t come from here, or don’t know any better.”