Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
Agatha frowned. “Did you have a relationship with her?” There was instant jealousy that consumed her.
“No, it was … it meant nothing. It was just sex, but I ended it awhile ago. She doesn’t see it that way, and well, that’s why my hair is long.”
She ran her fingers through it. “I can take care of it.”
“You can?” he asked.
“Yeah, let me finish washing it.” She washed out the shampoo and immediately applied conditioner to his hair. “My mother used to cut my father’s hair all the time. She was a hairdresser. I could have done the same. She taught me, but I never enjoyed it.” She would prefer to cut her man’s hair than allow another woman to do it.
Agatha paused. Her man? With every second that passed, Boyan was starting to feel like her own man. Hers. No one else’s. He belonged to her.
After washing his hair, he went to leave the shower stall, but Agatha was still not done with him. Picking up the sponge and soap, she started to lather it up and then worked it across his skin, taking her time as she did so, learning every inch of him. Committing him to memory. To soap him, she’d gotten him to stand up, and now it was her turn to sink to her knees. His cock was hard and thick, sticking right out in front of him. She couldn’t help but look at his length and as she did, her mouth watered.
Lathering up his legs, she waited to do his dick last, and after she did that, she rinsed all the soap from his body, but kept her fingers around his length, staring up at him. Without any instruction from him, she stroked her tongue across the tip, then sucked him into her mouth.
She heard his instant hiss and one of his hands reached out, touching the wall. His other hand went to her hair, gripping her neck as she began to lick and suck at him. Agatha took more of him into her mouth, taking him all the way to the back of her throat. In and out, she felt this drive inside her, wanting him to come, and to feel it sliding down her throat.
“Fuck, Agatha, if you don’t stop you’re going to have to swallow my cum.”
She didn’t stop. That was exactly what she wanted. Holding onto his thighs, she bobbed her head, creating a pace that threw him over the edge.
“Fuck!” That one word came out in a shout and she felt his length jerk, and then the coat of his seed as it hit the back of her throat. She swallowed it down. There was so much of it, but she continued to lick and suck at him until he couldn’t take anymore and pulled away from her.
Licking her lips, she got to her feet, about to leave the shower. Boyan grabbed her, wrapping his arms around her, drawing her back, and then kissing her. She slid her hands up his body, circling them around his neck, knowing she didn’t want to stop, she didn’t want any of this to stop with him.
Chapter Twelve
Two Days Later
Boyan loved traveling. There was nothing better than being on his bike, especially when he was still in human form. As a wolf, he loved to run, to feel the wind rushing through his fur as he took off, enjoying the freedom of the forest.
This was a different experience, though. He wasn’t happy with this travel. They were traveling to meet the woman, Elizabeth Cole. Alpha had told them the arrangements hadn’t exactly been welcome. Elizabeth’s mate and Alpha did not want to meet. They were two packs that although close in distance, didn’t want anything to do with each other.
So, their meeting was to take place in a forest that had no ownership. It was a completely dead land to all. They would all be protected in some way, but he didn’t like this detail.
He didn’t like any of this, but they had to do it. Alpha had the details. They had to ride to a certain location, store their bikes, and then make the rest of the way on foot.
They were already asking a great deal by having Draco with them. They had passed several humans on the road, and each time they came close, even though they were in a vehicle, they surrounded Draco so he didn’t do anything drastic. His temperament made him a risk. One moment he’d be perfectly fine, the next, he was ready to tear people’s throats out.
Boyan had to wonder if this was all a mistake. Agatha was back home, waiting for him. She had seen him off that very morning. He’d woken her up, this time to make love to her. For the past forty-eight hours, he’d made love to her every chance he got, exploring her body, trying to cement his scent on her. If any of the pack got near her, they would smell him. They would know if they did anything, they would have to answer to him.