Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Yes,” Eric said, lifting his chin. It brought his mouth maddeningly close to Hugh’s. When the hell had their faces gotten so close? Eric licked his lips, looking at Hugh’s mouth. He wanted to bite it. He wanted to lick it, to devour it, to lose himself in it. Gods, get a grip. “What happened to your suppressants?” he ground out, snapping his eyes up and glaring at Hugh. “What are you doing in Pelugia, for that matter?”
“I work here,” Hugh said, laying his hands on Eric’s lower back.
“Don’t,” Eric said shakily, but his traitorous body was leaning into the touch, starved for it. He couldn’t breathe. He wanted to fall against Hugh’s broad chest and cling to him with all his strength, crawl under his skin and fuse them together.
“Fuck, your scent,” Hugh said, shoving his face against Eric’s throat and breathing deeply.
Eric whimpered. “Don’t,” he said, but his hands were pulling Hugh closer, tighter against his neck. The world was spinning, his mind blissfully empty, his body shivering with pleasure. Hugh’s stubble felt heavenly against his neck.
The alpha sucked hard on his mating gland. “Push me away,” Hugh gritted out. “Push me away, damn you.”
Eric didn’t push him away. Instead, his hands moved down to fumble with Hugh’s zipper. They seemed to have a mind of their own. The next thing he knew, he had hard, hot flesh in his hand. Hugh’s cock. In his hand. A voice at the back of his mind was screaming at him to stop, but he couldn’t stop. He stroked it greedily, aching to have it inside him, where he needed him the most.
Hugh groaned, thrusting into his hand. “We should stop. Anyone could enter.” But his hands were already pulling Eric’s pants down with expert swiftness.
Kicking his pants off, Eric all but climbed Hugh, wrapping his limbs around him like an octopus and whining in sheer relief. Gods, he missed him, he wanted him, he wanted him so badly he felt ravenous with it. He felt so fucking empty. He’d been feeling empty for years. He wanted—needed—to be filled up, and only this man could sate the starved, empty hole inside him.
“You’re my patient,” Hugh ground out against Eric’s neck, lifting him up and shoving him against the door. He pinned him there with his heavy, deliciously firm body. “You’re Eric,” he muttered, as if it was somehow worse.
“Fuck you,” Eric moaned out, feeling something hard—Hugh’s cock—nudge against his wet entrance. “Yes, your cock is hard for me, the horror. Now give it to me, alpha.”
Pheromones spiking, Hugh slammed into him.
Eric groaned, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in bliss. Fuck. Fuck, the fullness, the firmness, the pressure. He’d never thought anything could feel this good, this perfect. Hugh’s cock felt huge, but it was like there had been a gaping chasm inside him that needed filling and Hugh slotted perfectly into it, making him whole. A lock and the key.
“Oh, oh gods,” Eric mumbled deliriously. He couldn’t even control what was coming out of his mouth anymore. “Your cock feels so good. So perfect. Take me.”
Growling into his neck, Hugh started thrusting, hard, greedy, and fast, like a dog breeding a bitch in heat, as if he couldn’t bring himself to pull out. The thought only aroused Eric more, and he couldn’t suppress his moans as Hugh’s cock pistoned in and out of him at an insane pace, the slick sounds and slaps of flesh against flesh incredibly obscene and arousing. Soon enough, Eric was gearing up for an orgasm, gripping Hugh’s wide shoulders with all his strength as his body rocked under the force of Hugh’s thrusts, Eric’s hard cock trapped between them.
Hugh suddenly lifted his head from Eric’s neck, and Eric found himself blushing when their glazed eyes met. There was something positively filthy about looking a man in the eye while said man fucked his drenched hole.
“Say you missed me,” Hugh whispered hoarsely, pressing their foreheads together. He sounded as drunk on the pheromones as Eric felt. “Say it, baby.”
“I missed you,” Eric babbled obediently, kissing all over Hugh’s stubbled jaw. “Missed you—ah—so much.”
“I’m gonna knot you.” Hugh’s thrusts became so forceful Eric had to grip the door handle to stay in place. “I’m gonna knot you and knock you up.”
Eric came so hard he almost blacked out. His orgasm seemed to last forever, the pleasure heightening as he felt the thickness in him grow. Hugh’s knot, plugging him in. Breeding him. Oh gods, what were they doing? This was madness. But he wanted it. He craved that knot—it felt almost too much but also achingly, toe-curlingly perfect. Hugh pumped him full of his come, groaning into his cheek, his knot locking them together, and it gave Eric such a high he found himself smiling dopily and mumbling nonsense. At least he hoped it was nonsense and not anything incriminating.