Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 152666 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 763(@200wpm)___ 611(@250wpm)___ 509(@300wpm)
If he was allowing me to control this, I’d get my fill. His cock now, and then his body wrapped around mine protectively as though I was some sort of priceless treasure he was scared to let leave his sight.
If I was going to dream, I’d dream big.
Chapter 15
Aurelia
“Now, love, how do you feel?” Hadriel pushed into the tent with a steaming cup of the horrible tasting tea in his hand.
I was dressed and ready, having woken up with the big alpha curled around me, just as I’d wanted, his lips against my bare shoulder, his arms holding me close. He had laid me there last night, the two of us merged as one.
As predicted, of course, the morning brought its troubles. It hadn’t taken long for him to roll away and for my situation to become real again. We’d had a moment, yes. But that moment had passed.
Still, it had been great while it lasted. The sex had been fucking amazing. Out of this world. The only awkward part had been when he was carrying me through camp, only one tent setup. Everyone else would sleep under the stars in wolf form, as was easier for a pack on the move. He’d had me put on my shirt, had covered my bare ass with our remaining clothes, and had even held me in a somewhat awkward position as he strutted to the tent, confident and strong and somehow not at all mortified. He’d barked at everyone to turn around at our passing, giving me the respect of whatever privacy could be managed. It was chivalrous and kind, and if he’d stayed that way, my heart might’ve melted just a little bit towards him.
Unfortunately, this morning he was back to being an insufferable prick. He’d barked at me to get up and get dressed. The sooner he could get me to the dragons, the better. My time for emotional turbulence was over. There were clearly more important things to do, like hurry me to my death.
“Fine.” I stood and reached for the tea. “Sorry about yesterday. About . . .” I motioned to my eyes. “You know.”
“Don’t you dare, you horrible creature.” He frowned at me comically before handing me the mug. “I had a good cry as well. Then I asked the hottest guy in this mini-detail for a pity lay.”
I nearly spit out the tea I’d sipped. “How did that go?”
His lips pulled wide, stretching out his little mustache. “Not amazing. He told me to suck it up or it would be his foot in my ass, not his cock. I, of course, told him I could work with whatever got him off. He did not find that joke amusing, especially when he realized I wasn’t joking.” He shrugged. “It was worth a shot. Okay, here we go. We have a lot of ground to cover today, and I am hoping to do it without you jumping horse, so to speak.”
He ushered me to his beautiful horse who I was positive glanced back at me with an ill-suffering look. Poor thing. I felt bad for it. Weston sat at the front again, his head bowed, reading. Prick.
“Have you ever heard,” I said softly, leaning close, “that an al—“
“Nope.” Hadriel waggled his finger in my direction.
I leaned back again, closing my mouth, wondering if he’d decided chatting with me was not a good way to pass the time after all. It hadn’t really worked out well for him the day before.
After the procession was underway, though, he glanced over his shoulder. “Sorry about that,” he murmured. “I figured it might be better for more noise and a softer voice. You were planning to ask about the alpha, were you not?”
“Y-yeah.”
“I thought so. You had that scandalized tone to your voice. Shifters with access to their animals have excellent hearing. Clearly you don’t realize how good.”
“Clearly.” I tried again, this time in a whisper. “Have you heard that an alpha’s knot is dependent on the female?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like, it stays . . . big for as long as the female wills it?”
“No. But then there might be a different dynamic for your situation.”
“My situation? People without magic, you mean?”
“Uhmm . . .” He adjusted his seating as though uncomfortable. “No—well, I just mean that maybe he knows you need it, and is responding to that need . . . Actually, you know what, let’s revisit that another time. Without hitting a pressure point, we’ve discovered that your mother might not have had any magic. That, or it was so suppressed that she couldn’t find anyone strong enough to pull out her animal. But what’s your deal? Why do you assume you don’t have any magic?”
I started tracing the dicks on his jacket again, this a different jacket than the other. “Do all your jackets have dicks on them?”