Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89222 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 446(@200wpm)___ 357(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
I can literally feel everything.
Gratitude.
Desire.
Need.
The paper bag in Cameron’s clutches hits the ground split seconds after the door is slammed shut behind her. Both hands grab a hold of my white dress shirt and yank it down in desperation. There’s no resistance from me to lean over and crash my mouth against hers; however, if there were, her strength—something that has gotten much more powerful without the medication—could possibly overpower it. Our tongues fiercely tangle as we tread further into the enclosed space. Mine fails to keep up with the speed at which hers is winding and whipping and whirling like she’s wordlessly pleading for me to understand the thankfulness she’s anxious to convey. Each stroke from me is not only mercilessly shortened by her but brutally taken over, leaving my lungs burning for a breath to simply keep myself standing upright.
It isn’t until my back knocks into the wall on a heavy thud that our lips are finally separated. The impact should inspire a point of respite; however, the exact opposite occurs. Gasping for air becomes harder while watching her undo my belt. And really hard when she begins to lower herself towards the ground. And completely fucking impossible the second the tip of my cock touches the back of her throat.
“Motherofdragons,” is growled behind my gritted teeth at the same time the back of my head pounds against the brick wall.
Cameron hums in a familiar triumphant fashion, simultaneously adding pleasure and frustration to the moment. Her fingers latch onto my flexing thighs for leverage and the feeling of her new ring—the first gift I’ve ever given her, the first tangible piece of her non-Awaker side she’s possibly ever had—cutting into my leg has me chomping down on my bottom lip to prevent a roar of pride from pouring free. Back and forth my swollen shaft swiftly glides, being squeezed and sucked and squeezed again by her tight, slick muscles. Gagging sounds ceaselessly reverberate around the room, caressing my eardrums.
Straining one side of my neck.
The other.
Prompting my toes to struggle to stay in their Awaker form but ultimately failing, forcing my talons to cut into the tile beneath me.
Cameron moans around my dick in excitement and increases her speed, frantically bobbing to the point that I honestly wonder how the fuck she’s breathing. Long lines of spit leak from the corners of her mouth every time her lips collide against my base, creating a ball clapping sight, but watching it drip down pales in comparison to the heavenly feeling of the white-hot wetness worshipping my nuts during each harsh heave. Her savageness calls to my own encouraging me to bury my fingers into her black locks. To pull. To really fucking pull. The changed angle while only slightly deeper is more than enough to lead to my undoing. Thrusting and yanking in tandem creates a carnal combination that has me releasing heavy puffs of smoke, unnecessarily adding to her inability to breathe. I watch my balls bounce against the dark skin that I love to litter with bites and grunt over the notion it’ll be covered in bruises from how hard I’m fucking her throat.
Her throat that belongs to me.
Mine.
Ours.
Scorching hot bursts suddenly shoot into the sacred territory on a loud, smoke-filled bellow. Cameron struggles to choke down each spurt and her struggling simply causes additional contractions of ecstasy around my thrumming cock.
Unfortunately, our abrupt start is bookended by our abrupt conclusion courtesy of the fire-alarm beginning to blare.
Fucking seriously?
It wasn’t that much smoke!
I expected an echo of agreement from my inner dragon yet am surprisingly met by lower, peaceful murmurs.
Just as I’m about to inhale deeply, to suck some of the smoke back in, water suddenly starts shooting from the sprinkler system, drenching us as well as everything else in the bathroom it can possibly reach.
Despite the ear-splitting sound and becoming soaked in an unrequested shower, my Fated Mate unhurriedly slides off my softening shaft refusing to swallow her snickers the same way she did my cum. “She’s gonna charge you for this, Beanstalk.”
I helplessly chuckle while looking into her glowing green gaze. “Worth it, Pint-Size.”
And it is.
As far as I’m concerned, whenever it comes to Cameron Gaisgeach Pennington there is no price too high to pay or risk too big to take for her happiness.
Cameron
Dad: Wanna meet for dinner tomorrow night at our favorite steakhouse?
Do I want to?
Yes.
No.
Both.
And because it’s still both I’m going to continue to avoid him.
Me: Will check my calendar.
Aka the corporate way of saying no.
My best friend, Kyla, leans back in the white office chair she’s occupying on a bite of a Brussels sprout, relatively clueless to whose texts I’m trying to evade. “I like wanna be pissy that we’re having lunch in your office instead of somewhere else but like I can’t. I really, really can’t.” Her open mouth smacking is followed by a pleased hum upon swallowing. “We would’ve never had shit this good if we had gone out, and we both know it.”