Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
I want that tongue.
So. Fucking. Badly.
On me and in me. Tasting and teasing and roving over every inch of my skin.
This is insanity.
Pure goddamn madness.
Cyrus
Holy fucking shit.
Control. An Alpha prides himself on control. This Alpha has none, it would seem. I’d dropped everything when I’d felt his overwhelming need through our bond. Rushed my ass home for what?
This.
This is what I’d craved and hoped for.
Him. Naked. In my bed.
I kick the door shut, just barely able to manage that before I’m ripping off my shirt. His hooded gaze drinks in every hard muscle. My dick is eager for escape, but I hold on to that tiny shred of self-control.
He doesn’t need audible words. He never has. Remy has the uncanny ability of expressing himself with his eyes, the twitch of his nose or tick of his jaw, and the tiny quirks his mouth makes. I’ve spent a decade reading his every reaction, and most times I know what he’ll say before he even says it.
Like now.
He wants me to come to him. To make him feel not so alone in this strange territory we’ve crossed into. He’s not alone. We’re in it together, both of us completely and royally fucked in the head.
Kicking off my shoes, I prowl onto the bed, fixated on the cum splattered over his tight, pale abs. A drop clings to his happy trail, making me nearly salivate for a taste of it. Breath comes rushing from his lungs when I dip my mouth down to the dark hair above his groin and below his navel. I flick my tongue out, nearly dying for a taste of him. The salty sweetness of little Remy explodes on my tongue, tasting better than I could have ever imagined. I nearly jerk my head back and fucking howl in appreciation, but the taste is too addictive. I can’t pull away. Chasing the trail of cum, I run my tongue along the grooves of his abs where it’s collected, lapping it up like I need it to live.
His fingers fall to my hair, his grip tight and unrelenting. Ignoring the burn of the way he tugs at my hair, I continue licking away his mess, only stopping to sample his dusky, hard nipples. His breath catches, and I swear I hear a moan, though that’s impossible. My teeth nip at the hardened peak. The wolf within me hums in appreciation. He wants to shift and fuck, but I mentally jerk him back. Just barely. There’s no way in hell my wolf will be allowed anywhere near Remy. Had he been able to shift too, I’d think about it. But it’s even more fucked up than what we’re doing as two horny men. Letting the wolf loose would be the stuff horror movies are made of.
“You taste so fucking good,” I rumble as I roam back down to seek out any droplets I may have missed.
A gasp rasps through him when I dip my tongue into his navel and then continue heading south. His dark hair is trimmed short, and his earthy musk—the smell of fresh rain and fall leaves—is potent near his dick. The urge to rub my face against his pubes is so fucked-up but one I can’t ignore or deny either of us of. I bury my nose against the coarse, wiry hair, inhaling his perfect scent. His dick has thickened back up, hard and still slick from his release before I showed up. My palm seeks out his balls, eager to feel the weight of them in my grip. Just as I imagined, they’re tight and heavy, sprinkled with dark hair.
“So perfect. My Remy,” I croon, completely fucking lost in his scent and taste and touch.
We’re in this together because he writhes with need, equally needy for my attention on his body. I drag my tongue along the side of his dick, cleaning up the stickiness left behind from his orgasm. His body jerks violently at my touch. With my eyes seeking his, I grab hold of his cock and tease the still-wet tip before sucking on the bulbous, purple head. His hips thrust up, seeking more of my mouth with such desperation it makes me grin. Heat paints his cheeks and nose crimson, dancing quickly down his neck and chest until it reaches me. I push down over his thickness, letting him feel how much my mouth wants him. Greedily, I lick and suck him down, damn near trying to swallow him in one gulp.
Mine.
The word is a loud boom that only he can hear. Based on the fluttering of his lashes, I think he hears me. Fuck, he’s so goddamn beautiful.
I wonder why I haven’t ever seen it before.
Because you weren’t looking at the kid that way, dumbass.
Something changed, though. His birthday hit, and it was like he blossomed into a new person, yet someone I already knew down to the marrow of my bones.