Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
It was four minutes before the water shut off. One more until she walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, hair wet and eyes assessing—dissecting every last aspect of his existence in her nest like he was some kind of insect in a jar.
Territorial. Adorable.
Grumbling, “There’s no room for me.”
There wasn’t. Jules pointedly took up the whole space, arm thrown behind his head as he grinned.
“Didn’t you want me to dress your shoulder?” Annoyed honey eyes darted back to the bathroom where the bandages were kept. “I’ll go—”
“No, it’s better if it breathes. Come here.” Soft. He could pretend to be soft for her… forever, if he had to. Catching her wrist, Jules drew his Omega closer, guided her to dare set one knee into the nest so he could ease her thigh over his hips. “There. Just like that.”
Slowly, reverently, he began peeling away the damp towel around her breasts, revealing the smooth expanse of skin, inch by tantalizing inch. Tracing the curve of her collarbones with his fingertips, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist. Every touch a caress, a veneration, a celebration of her body and the obsession that consumed him.
Jules would be the architect of her need, purring as he invited her to play. “Chase me, Brenya.”
He knew deep down that she wanted to—for reasons beyond just sexual curiosity. Brenya wanted him in ways she would not understand for some time.
And laid her lips on his with an innocence that melted his black heart.
Left him groaning as he wrapped his arms around her, praised her, helped her settle her hips, her sweet folds finding him swollen and ready.
The scent of slick, feeling it trickle over his imposing, ridged serpent of a growing erection as he eased her a little higher. Splitting her labia around his girth without penetration, letting her feel him, experience him. Learn how different he was from an Alpha.
How hard she made him.
All as he picked apart her insecurities string by string, snapping them in her mind, distracting her with encouragement. “Just like that, pretty girl.”
A little rock of her hips, the Omega stifling a gasp as arousal began to blow her pupils wide. “This?”
“Yes. Doesn’t that feel good, dragging your pussy up and down my cock? Using me for your fun? I want you to. Those ridges are yours. Isn’t it nice when they catch on your clit?”
She was not going to answer, Jules purposefully vulgar and never one to waste words. Each a weapon and an invitation that kept her focused on swiveling her hips and exploring, on relishing sex before Jacques interfered.
Though he would. It was inevitable.
The Alpha had his part to play too.
He would rage to feel Brenya’s pleasure, or cry. Gods, watching him cry had been highly fulfilling, Jules looking forward to doing it again.
And such thoughts may have made Jules even harder, giving Brenya more to play with.
“Feel how much I want you,” he rasped, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses up the column of her throat. “How much you please me.”
A female sigh, another dribble of slick, Brenya curling her toes and accidentally catching the spongy head of his cock on her opening.
She let out a cry, an adorable, needy squeal, and with that, he took Brenya’s mouth, took control, the kiss turning filthy, messy, urgent, Jules licking his way inside.
Exciting her more than she could handle.
Sliding one hand down to grip her waist while the other tangled in her wet hair, Jules kissed her like a man possessed, like a starving man at a feast, like he couldn’t get enough of her.
Passionate.
Deeply pleased. Pouring reassurance into her, infecting her with encouragement, turning his wife into a beautifully disheveled mess hungry for Beta cock right as Jacques began to torment her.
Or, at least, to try.
But the Alpha had been made far more impotent, that one meeting enough to give Brenya greater sovereignty.
And she noticed, her voice cracking, raw, as she pulled away confused. “I don’t hear him…. I mean, I feel him, and he’s angry, but I can’t hear him telling me to stop.”
Beneath the distress, there was a flicker of something new. Something dangerously close to hope. Full eyes staring down at Jules as if she saw a man cursed by his own demons in desperate need of salvation. An evil man with secret knowledge.
As if he had saved her.
As if it was she who would save him.
The foolish, beautiful girl having yet to realize that he relished ruling hell, especially when it was bathed in her light.
Notched at her dripping entrance, Jules teased with shallow thrusts, hinting at what waited if she would only accept him. “Then, by all means, don’t stop. Sit back and take what’s yours, Brenya.”
“I…”
“It’s okay. Yes, like that,” Jules groaned, breath coming in short pants as she began to split her fluttering cunt on eager cock. “Good girl. No need to rush.”