Total pages in book: 169
Estimated words: 156945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 156945 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Reassured that they would in fact have sex in a matter of minutes, Gray was soothed. Now that he’d made the decision to block out the world and cherish this moment, he couldn’t wait to get his hands on Shadow, to feel the muscular back moving under his fingers as they fucked.
They could do it bare.
The thought made Gray so lightheaded Shadow had to hold him up, practically dragging him down the corridor to the small room where the Kings sometimes rested and socialized while doing some work on their vehicles.
It smelled of stale cigarette smoke and beer, and it only had a tiny window, but when Gray and Shadow burst in, there were only two things that really counted—the sofa, and a lockable door.
Gray stumbled forward and rested his hands on the rough upholstery of the old thing. Springs folded under his weight, but the garage was so far away from the common room that it wouldn’t matter if they squeaked. Clutching at the edges of his sanity, Gray pushed the trash off the sofa before grabbing the back to release the mechanism that kept it upright. Thankfully, if worked, and the piece of furniture spread into a double bed.
“Reading my mind,” Shadow murmured and hugged Gray from behind.
Gray melted into him with so much ease he might as well have been made of butter. Shadow’s hard dick aligned with his ass, burning through the clothes like a red hot poker about to rip through the denim and fill Gray with delicious agony.
Without thinking, Gray grabbed Shadow’s wrist and put his hand on his stomach before leading it under the shirt that he should have long since removed. Once it reached Gray’s pec and squeezed, Gray helplessly rolled his hips back, holding on to the thick wrist as if it was the only stable thing in this ocean of yet-undiscovered pleasure.
Long hair cascaded along his cheek and down his arm, bringing with it the masculine aroma that drilled its way under his skin, infusing Gray with pure desire. “We need to be naked,” he begged.
“Oh, really?” Shadow wouldn’t stop his teasing, as if he were now revelling in the self-control he’d learned in this past month. He moved his palms under Gray’s T-shirt, leaving a trail of warmth that soaked into Gray’s flesh, reaching all the way to the bone.
The touch of the third hand was confusing at first, but it no longer mattered to Gray that Shadow wasn’t human, even less so when the shadowy fingers wrapped around his cock. The heel of the phantom hand rubbed Gray’s balls, and the pressure was so intense it sent Gray’s hips into the air. This felt like no sex he’d ever experienced. They were perfectly in tune, to the point where the mere sound of Shadow’s breathing, was enough to make Gray’s body hair bristle.
He was overwhelmed. He wanted to come. He wanted this to go on forever and delay gratification until his balls ached, just so that he could enjoy Shadow’s company indefinitely.
Fighting the instinct to just fuck the welcoming fingers, Gray twisted his neck and looked into the warm red eyes, high on the intimate touch. “I… now… please,” he whispered, sliding his hand between his legs and cupping the phantom hand that offered him such loving attention.
He wanted to come—yes—but most of all he wanted Shadow against him. Around him. On top of him. Inside him.
Their gazes locked, and Shadow nodded, not even attempting to hide the tender feelings sizzling inside him. For Shadow this wasn’t a matter of sticking his dick into the only human who made him hard. Shadow’s emotions were real, intense, and beyond serious.
He was the only man to ever offer Gray this kind of devotion.
“In every way. In all the ways.” Shadow slid his fingers into Gray’s hair and pulled him into another kiss. The aggressive urgency behind it didn’t feel like a threat. Gray invited it with open arms.
If Shadow was really a monster, then Gray wanted to be ravished by him, but the kiss was all heat and tenderness. By the time gravity pulled them onto the squeaking sofa, lust vibrated throughout their bodies, as if they were two prongs of the same tuning fork. Gray shuddered, pressing his hard dick against Shadow when the tremor dove deeper, like a line of ticklish heat crawling from his balls all the way into his hole.
Shadow’s weight on top of him was pure bliss, a calming presence that reassured Gray his lover wasn’t going anywhere.
There was nothing unusual about Shadow’s touch, since they cuddled every night and Gray had taken a guilty pleasure from it, but this time the hands sliding over Gray’s skin were more insistent. As if he were about to reach into Gray and grab his heart at any moment.