Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 148955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
“Here,” I say and nudge at his shoulders until he understands my gesture and sits down. I get behind him, legs on either side of his thighs and he shifts down a little as I begin lathering up his fabulous long, dark, curly hair. He leans back against my chest and makes a happy sound while caressing my legs. I soap up his shoulders and his chest with the excess shampoo on my hands. He grabs his cock and strokes it as I do this and holy moly… it’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever witnessed.
I stare at the sexy, muscled, wet body in front of me, nestled between my thighs. Every water droplet is fascinating. The big soaker tub is a tight fit for the two of us, but he’s not complaining. His knees are cocked and he’s soapy everywhere. The way he pumps his dick, it looks so normal. I mean, huge, but normal, not like it could be the same thing he used inside me that transformed into a vibrating g-spot stimulator that was locked in place. I reach sideways as far as I can and am able to grab it. It feels normal.
Suddenly, I’m mortified at my actions. I can’t believe I just grabbed it. I let it go and stew in my indignity.
What’s wrong with me? I need a brain transplant. Or maybe I got one when I wasn’t looking, because after everything, I’m here giggling and giving banana-peeling tutorials, then washing the hair of the guy that hauled me to his wolf lair and has been dicking me half to death.
He twists sideways to look over his shoulder at me.
“Why is your face like that?” His eyes are so soft on me, so concerned.
“The way it moved inside me. It got bigger and… vibrated. Is that… is that normal?”
“It?” he asks.
“Your…” I gesture toward his cock, which is right there in all its thick, veined, glory.
“Ah. For me it feels like the most natural thing. Others? I have no idea. I know all wolf shifters knot their mates. Rinse the soap from my hair or I’m going to have to fuck you in this tub, Ivy Savage, and I intended to give you until after we eat dinner for that but then you grabbed my cock and I’ve decided that after we eat, I want to climax with my cock in your little hand.”
“Uh… oh.”
He smiles. “It’ll give your princess parts a break. My… parts don’t want a break.”
“You don’t know if others like you have the same thing happen? The pulsing action?”
“I don’t make it a habit to ask other men about their cocks. I only know what I was told. That I’d only be able to knot inside my mate. I’ve never knotted inside anyone else.”
“Oh. But…”
“I spent no significant time with any man but my uncle and he was the only shifter I ever met before this morning. My uncle told me things but was a man of few words, so I don’t think he told me all the things. And now I don’t know if all he told me was truth or not. My conversation with Riley Savage today has my mind jumbled. But you’re my focus. I’ll figure all the other stuff out later when you’re finally settled.”
“Finally settled?” I ask.
The tub is filled deep enough with water and shampoo bubbles now that his cock is now hiding under the water level.
“When you stop trying to leave me.”
I fight to swallow, but it doesn’t happen.
“My whole life I was told they’re the enemy. Part of me wants to hunt them and erase them from this world. Part of me wonders if my uncle told only lies. My mind is … considering a lot of events growing up.”
He goes quiet and I think he probably feels like the weight of the world is on his shoulders.
I put my hands to those massive shoulders and squeeze them. I feel his body relax a little.
“What things did he say to you today?” I dash bubbles that are about to slide down his forehead into his eyes back into his hairline.
“I don’t want to think on that or talk about it. I want to eat. And then fuck you.” Tyson stretches, wanting my mouth. I grant it. He kisses me sweetly and his voice drops an octave. “I need this shampoo out. You’re very sweet to protect my eyes. I’ve gotten it in there before and it isn’t nice.”
“It’s small in here with both of us. I’ll get out and you tip your head back under that running water before it gets too deep.”
“Stay,” he says and spins around so that he gets his head under water and his feet are tucked on either side of my hips. This gives me a direct view of everything going on between his legs briefly before the water and bubbles slosh over his body and cover him.