Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
“Yes. Only mine, my eager bitch, always in heat,” Jag muttered, overcome by this primal vision. His dick was painfully hard, and if he didn’t satisfy his burning lust soon, it might just fall off. “Suck me. Don’t let me waste a drop,” he rasped, on the verge of climax.
Dane didn’t need any more prompting. He circled Jag’s cockhead with his lips and looked up, his gaze shining with lust so deep it felt like a squeeze to Jag’s balls. He came, erupting down that willing throat as he held Dane in place by the hair.
“Oh yes! Swallow it all down,” he whispered, half-lucid as satisfaction rolled through his body in waves. His toes curled and he closed his eyes, lost in the fantasy about the man who was still swallowing his prick.
Dane briefly choked on all the cum, but then he was up, kissing Jag’s stomach as he pulled out his own hard tool. “Fuck, it was so good. Always come inside me.”
“Come here,” Jag demanded breathlessly and grabbed Dane’s tank top in an effort to pull him up. His willing victim didn’t dare protest and within seconds stood in front of Jag, offering him that delicious piece of male meat.
The pain in Jag’s side was all but gone by the time the slick saltiness of pre-cum spread across his tongue. Dane tensed into an arch, buried his fingers in Jag’s hair, and let out a prolonged sigh, thrusting forward, until Jag had to steady his breathing.
“Yes, please breed me. You’re such a beast,” Dane choked out, living in the illicit fantasy Jag was so devoted to.
Jag almost choked when hot spunk erupted on his tongue, but despite feeling weak, he held Dane’s trembling body, proud of all the ways he could drive his mate wild..
His head remained fuzzy as he purred his pleasure and pulled away, stroking Dane’s ass. “I love seeing you lose control like this,” he whispered with a self-satisfied grin. His eyelids were drooping from fatigue, but he wanted to savor this moment a bit longer.
Dane’s face was flushed and bright with a smile as he descended to his knees, pushing into Jag’s arms. “It was so, so hot.”
Jag embraced him lazily, eager to make the short trip to Dex’s bed and lie in it alongside Dane’s soft, hairy form. “Whenever I think you reached perfection, you show me a whole new side of you,” he said with a happy sigh. He was once again tired, but the warmth of Dane’s body next to his was all the comfort he needed.
“I have an idea,” Dane whispered, rubbing his nose against Jag’s cheek. “How about you let me take you on a date, and I’ll show you even more?”
Jag swallowed. “A date? Like… out there?”
“Mhm,” Dane confirmed and petted Jag’s thigh.
Jag hated the idea of making a fool of himself in front of Dane, but they’d known each other for a while now, and if Dane wanted to be seen with him among all those fancy people, then who was Jag to question him?
“I’d like that,” he said and nuzzled the side of Dane’s head.
Chapter 20 – Jag
“Stop fidgeting,” Ros said, fiddling with something at the back of Jag’s head. He’d already washed the hair for him with some special shampoo, which had given his mane a silky texture and a pleasant citrusy scent.
“I just don’t understand why Dane can’t be here with me. He’s in the living room with Frank, so he might as well sit here.”
They hid away in Shane and Ros’s bedroom to get him ready, and while privacy made some sense when Jag had been trying on Shane’s clothes, it wasn’t as though Dane hadn’t seen him naked.
Shane crooked his head, watching Jag with arms crossed on his chest. “Don’t you want to impress your boyfriend?”
Ros gave a little chuckle, which trailed down Jag’s back the same way a snake’s hiss might on another day. Were his instincts warning him of a danger his mind didn’t perceive? They wouldn’t have tried to make a fool out of him in front of Dane… would they?
“I do, but if it’s so hot that you’ve rolled up my sleeves, why do I need sleeves in the first place? And everything’s so tight I can’t even fully stretch.” He extended his arms to the sides, then up, to make his point about the fit of the white shirt Shane claimed made him look hot. “What if I need to fight someone, protect Dane, and the only reason he dies is because I wore an uncomfortable garment?”
Shane’s lips twitched, but he rolled his shoulders and patted Jag’s arm. “You won’t have to fight anyone at the movies, or at the restaurant. You two are going to have a nice time and come back for a night of—” He wiggled his brows. “Whatever it is that you’re up to when alone.”