Feral – Darkly Ever After Read Online Mila Crawford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
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I glance at Azadeh. Her eyes follow our every move. She likes these games, too, but when she plays, the risks escalate. She claws and punches and, on occasion, pierces skin with a blade to relish the sight of blood. For a sweet, thoughtful girl, she sure has an immense bloodlust.

I meet Azadeh’s eyes, considering if I should bring her in or not. She’s probably worried sick about Mona, but relieving some stress and unloading a fraction of her rage will give her clarity when we’re in the thick of danger tomorrow. Oh, fuck it, the worst that can happen is I’ll be in the dog house with Lev for a while. It's not like Azadeh can stay mad for long. Like a typical hot head, she boils over quickly and cools down just as fast. “It’s okay, Az. I got some of this for you, too. I know how much you like being a little whore beneath me.”

Zeke’s fist shoots out, but before it connects with my face, he yanks my head back by my hair.

Azadeh smirks at me, her pretty lips turned up in a smile. “The only little whore I see is the one beneath me.”

That’s my girl.

Azadeh presses her foot against my back, and I slam to the ground face-first. “You’ve forgotten your manners, Cyrus. What should we do about that? Should we tie you up and make you watch as Zeke fucks me while calling you a pathetic little boy? Maybe if you beg nice and long for me, I’ll let his cum drip into your pathetic cum-guzzling mouth.”

Fuck. Hearing Azadeh talk like this does it for me. She’s so sweet that you’d never think the girl has a depraved side, but my god, she likes to dirty talk.

“I’ll be your whipping boy, Hellcat. I’ll crawl on broken glass for a simple smile from you. But we both know you need to be owned like a dog tonight. You need us to shut off your mind, abuse your body, use your holes as if they mean nothing, and paint your body with cum.”

Azadeh stares at me as she pulls down her pants, taking her underwear with them. She lifts her foot off me to kick them off. My gaze moves to the gates of heaven situated between her legs. If I were a dog, I’d be salivating with my tongue out.

My eyes roam from her ankles to her thigh thighs, up the curves of her body to her beautiful face with those soulful brown eyes. Fuck, she makes me behave like a chump. I may tease Zeke for being soft around her, but Azadeh has the same effect on all of us. She takes our sharp edges and molds them until they’re less dangerous.

Zeke wraps his arms around her soft belly and nuzzles her neck. The words fall so effortlessly from his lips. “You’re so damn beautiful.”

She smiles at his gentle touch. He’s always making her smile. She finds me funny, laughing at all my jokes, and we banter, but I’ve never coaxed that kind of smile from her. I meant what I said to her a moment ago—I would crawl over broken glass for her smiles. Shit, I’d do anything for them.

I push back the mushy shit, needing to stay focused. Azadeh needs it fast and rough. I can give it to her. Zeke can’t. He can bruise her flesh and fuck her raw, but he can’t lead with filth. Not the way I can. Not the way she needs.

“We gonna fuck or not?” I ask to break up anything that could lead to realizations and grand statements of love.

Azadeh pushes me down with her foot and smiles as she peers at me. She lifts her arms, and Zeke pulls her shirt off over her big tits, discarding it on the floor by his feet. Azadeh removes her foot from my chest and places her feet beside my head. “Oh, we’ll fuck all right.”

I start to speak, but my words are muffled as she lowers herself over my face, and I taste the sweetness of her pussy. There are a million ways a man can die, but being suffocated by this woman’s cunt may be the ultimate way to go. That would be a bitchin obituary: Pyromaniac Cyrus Porter Dies While Eating His Favorite Meal.

Chapter 20

Zeke—Age 29

Present Day

Iused to balk at the idea of any man touching Azadeh, but then I fell in love with Cyrus, and my notion of love expanded. Love went from a possessive idea to a holistic one. No longer was it about exclusivity; instead, it formed into a community.

Love is an ocean with endless waterways.

Nasrin was the first person I willingly confided in about my sexuality. I ran to their house after my father took a baseball bat to me in another fit of rage. If that man took one thing seriously about the Bible, it was never to spare the child and constantly use the rod.



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