Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84533 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 423(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
I gave a simple up-nod, and Cyrus scrambled to move on the mattress so his head was on our pillows, then looked up at me.
My clothes came off next, me ripping and tugging at them until they joined Cyrus’s on the floor. I crawled onto the bed, knees planted as I held myself above him.
“Crow…”
A series of trembles raced down my spine, one after the other. The way he said my name, it made energy palpate through my body and everything inside me throb. I buried my face into his neck and pulled in a deep breath. He practically twitched beneath me, with what I thought was the urge to touch me, to pull me to him, but Cyrus was so good and fought it off for me.
I licked at where I saw the beat in his neck. “I can taste your pulse,” I said, my voice hoarse.
“Yes…God yes…”
I licked it again, my hair brushing against his chest as I worked my way down his body, smelling him, nibbling his pale skin, sucking pink bruises onto his chest until I reached his groin. I settled between Cyrus’s legs, eyes meeting his and seeing desire mixed with emotion. I watched him as I nuzzled my face in there too, inhaling the musky scent of him, until my nose was burrowed into his balls.
“Christ, Crow. Please,” he begged, going from pretending to fear me to needing me.
I licked his sac, tasting the salt on his skin. This I would do while facing him. I didn’t know why it was different than fucking him, but I knew I had to give Cyrus something. He deserved all the secret parts of me I never shared with anyone, some that I hadn’t even known were there.
I took his cock into my mouth, sucked it to the back of my throat while my fingers sneaked behind his balls and slid between his cheeks.
I didn’t talk during sex, not in the way I knew he wanted me to, but the words threatened to spill out now…open your pretty legs for me, give me your hole…you’re mine…mine to fuck and mine to love.
I teased his rim while straining to hold myself back. Cyrus thrust into my mouth, eyes closed, head shaking from side to side like he wasn’t sure he could hold on to his restraint either.
With my dick throbbing, I pulled off him, flipped him, and grabbed the lube from the nightstand. Tossing it to the bed, I was between his legs again, ass spread, his tight, pink hole waiting for my tongue.
I loved eating him. Loved the fine hairs over his peachy ass, and the wrinkles of his tight rim, and what it felt like to have him soften for me, to push my tongue inside his body and claim him that way.
“Please, baby. Please,” he begged, and a snarl escaped my mouth. I hadn’t understood why anyone would want to be called that, but hearing it from him now, when he was beneath me, open and needy, it made me feel like the king of the jungle, the alpha, like I belonged to him the way Cyrus belonged to me.
Chosen had owned me, and that had done nothing but hurt me, yet this…this was like Cyrus was showing me who I was, not telling me who I had to be. Like I’d been lost, and the only way to be found was through him.
I buried my face in his ass, licking at his hole. He tasted heady and mine, all this feeling and need going straight to my head and melting my brain. One hand on each cheek, I held him open, devoured him, made a meal of him, needing only Cyrus to sustain me. Stiffening my tongue, I pushed it inside him, fucking him with it. Cyrus moaned, said my name—Crow, then baby, mumbling words I couldn’t make out but didn’t need to. I knew what they meant.
He needed this, needed me, wanted more. He could take everything from me, and I would give it willingly, knew without a doubt that Cyrus would give me all of himself too. It wasn’t healthy. Even with my lack of knowledge of people I understood that, but I didn’t care. Chosen had always said his purpose was the Lord and what the Lord chose for him to do, but Cyrus was my purpose. My redemption.
My hunger for him grew with each press of my tongue inside him. Pulling back, I sucked two fingers and pushed them in next. “Mine,” I gritted out, biting and kissing his ass cheeks.
“Show me. Show me I’m yours. Make me believe you.”
I let out another growl, pushing to my knees. My fingers fumbled with the lube before I opened it, slicked up my cock, lay against his back, and pushed into him in one swift thrust.