Fable of Happiness (Fable #1) Read Online Pepper Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Fable Series by Pepper Winters
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 82199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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“I...” She didn’t complete her thought, wringing her hands as she glanced at the dinner I’d provided. At the golden crunchy homemade fries, the salad consisting of lettuce, spinach, kale, and shredded carrot. No dressing flavored the leaves, and I no longer had any nuts, but I had found a wild honeybee hive and raided their stash a few weeks ago. Their honey drizzled the french fries, glistening in the harsh bulb above.

Nodding gratefully, she made eye contact for a moment. “Thank you.”

I clenched my teeth and fell into a cross-legged position before her. I was past pleasantries. I was hungry. Therefore, I was eating with or without her.

Shoving a few fries into my mouth, I chewed and enjoyed savory mixed with the sweetness of honey. Slowly, she sat down, sliding along the damp wall before picking up her plate.

Watching me wolf down my portion, she delicately plucked a fry before placing it into her mouth.

I froze. My cock hardened. My heart sputtered.

Shit.

I shouldn’t look at her mouth.

At those plump lips that’d been around my cock. The same mouth that’d granted a convulsive orgasm. My eyes trailed down her bruise-shadowed throat, getting caught on the tangled hair hanging over her shoulders.

Dirtier than yesterday, the knots needed a brush, and the residue of my cum had matted a few strands together.

Her clothes were tight and obviously chosen not to snag on trees and rocks as she trespassed on people’s valleys, yet she didn’t seem to mind the dirt and smudges covering her.

What did she look like beneath them? Was her belly as toned as her arms? Were her legs tanned or pale? Did she have tattoos like some people in my past?

The longer I looked at her, the hungrier I became for other things. My cock had an unwavering obsession with her. It wanted to be inside her more than it wanted food. It wanted her pinned beneath me, crying, begging, taking everything I had to give.

But my heart...fuck, that stupid thing wanted a softness I’d never been given.

It wanted to listen and be listened to.

It wanted—

Shut the hell up.

She’s a toy, that’s all.

A toy that means nothing.

Clearing my throat, I tore my gaze away and shoved a handful of sticky fries into my mouth.

She shifted on the cold concrete, picking up a spinach leaf with her fingers.

She didn’t try to speak again, and I despised conversation. I much preferred silence. That was where secrets lay. Stay silent around someone, and either they filled it with confessions or you could hear what they tried to hide.

The problem with listening in my past was I’d learned far too many dangerous things. Things I wished I could forget but always remembered in my dreams. Silence could backfire, I’d learned that the hard way—but I needed to know more about her.

Needed to know how far I could push, how much she’d give...before she broke.

We ate most of our meal in strained quietness. The crunch of salad on her teeth made my heart race. The vision of fries slipping past her lips made my cock throb. I had indigestion by the time I’d finished, thanks to my lust tangling me into knots.

“I appreciate you feeding me again.” She kept her green and brown swirling eyes on my legs. Flecks of gold shimmered there too, reminding me of fantastical heroines from the books I’d consumed in the library. She was pretty enough to be some otherworldly creature. Someone whose origins I didn’t know about. Someone who’d just magically appeared to serve me in whatever way I saw fit.

I stared at her with a new intensity, suffocating beneath the wash of heaviness and heat that made my body tight and achy.

Her shoulders tensed. Her back shot ramrod straight. She balled her hands as if she knew where my thoughts had strayed, waiting for a command that she didn’t want.

Did she expect me to order her to suck me again?

I’d fed her, so I was fully within my right to claim something in return.

My cock swelled past bearable. Desire billowed thicker. I was a slave to the rampant need she’d conjured.

I stood slowly.

Taking her empty plate, I stacked it with mine and the discarded breakfast dishes before reaching for my fly.

She swallowed hard and shifted gingerly to her knees.

A flash of power shot down my legs.

I didn’t even have to ask. Didn’t even have to hint. She’d obeyed wordlessly and completely.

Fuck, if that wasn’t the headiest trip she could gift.

I wanted to bask in that. To prove to myself how far I’d come. To imprint this moment so the darkness and its nightmares could never find me.

Dropping my hands from my crotch, keeping my fingers far away from my disgusting cock, I toyed with her. I dragged out the anticipation. I made her frown in confusion and rock back on her heels in worry.


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