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 shrug and wink at Agent Young as I stalk away from them. Young can smooth things out with the human. That’s his job. My job is to find my mate, strip him down, and fuck him until he howls.
They’re doing it again. Finnick. My dick is gonna be hard forever.
Get out of my head, I warn.
Too late. Judd. You did this, Cy. We’re stuck with you now.
How could you say that so calmly with Ewan’s mouth around your dick? Finnick.
Judd’s growl is furious. You’re watching us again?
Don’t kill him. Ewan. Stay still. We’re not finished.
I hate you all. Rey. Except Remy of course. He’s my baby boy.
Ignoring my pack, I take the stairs two at a time to the And Puppies! grooming salon Cato owns. I find Cato dusting hair off Remy’s cape. Remy, my sexy little Alpha mate, is grinning, his brown eyes bright with love and life and silent laughter.
God, I love him.
“The sheriff needs you, Cato,” I growl, unable to tear my eyes off Remy. “Better run fast.”
Cato snorts out a laugh. “Ahh, to be in love. One day I’ll know how it feels, and then I’ll rub it in both of your faces too.”
He tugs off the cape and sets it aside. With a wriggle of his fingers, he bids Remy goodbye and bounces down the stairs. Before attacking my mate with my mouth, I take a moment to eye fuck him.
He’s dressed in a black Henley that is tight over his lean muscles. The black jeans he wears are shredded with stylish holes, and his untied black boots shouldn’t be so damn sexy. With a smirk on his pouty lips, he looks in the mirror, fussing with some gel and a comb until his hair spikes up the way he wears it sometimes. I’m patient, letting him perfect it. In seconds, I’m going to fucking ruin it when I ruin him.
Dark eyes meet mine, and a wicked grin tilts up his lips. He likes it when I wreck him. Hell, I think it’s his favorite hobby. Fucking. The kid’s pretty damn good at it too.
Pretty damn good? His brow arches.
“Better get to practicing,” I tease. “You still fuck like a prince, King Thatcher.”
He throws himself at me, crashing us against the wall so hard we nearly put a hole through it. His kisses are sweet and sexy as fuck, though.
Can we go home now?
I smile at his hungry question. “I thought you were dying to get out, prisoner.”
I changed my mind. Now take me home, Cy, and fuck me like you can keep me trapped beneath you forever.
My mate likes to challenge me.
I can and will keep him trapped with me forever.
He’s mine.
Always was. Always will be.