Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
“Word about what?”
“When I first moved here, I had my pick of bed partners after my runs. I chose a male beta that lived in the north quarter of the property, in the education dorms. He was a physical education instructor, a big guy, so I thought he’d be able to… I mean okay with…”
Notalus frowned in confusion. “Okay with what?”
“With my size.” Dustin glanced below his waist. “But he wasn’t. He didn’t want me to fuck him.” Dustin grimaced. “No one does. Apparently, I’m a little too endowed, and it wasn’t long before the gossip spread. I’ve tried to mate a few more times since then with men who bothered to come visit me, but I found out they were just curious and wanted to see if the rumors were true. Most guys take one look and just flat-out deny me—I’m fine with that. But it’s the others that, um… they…”
A vicious pang of jealousy and anger pierced Notalus like a blade. “They what?”
“They laughed in my goddamn face before they scurried out of my bed.” Dustin clenched his fists at his side, his wolf growling beneath the surface. “I usually have to make myself scarce for a couple weeks after to wait for the ridicule to die down.”
Notalus stepped into Dustin’s space, crowding into him until he had to crane his neck back to look him in his eyes. “Too endowed.”
“So I’ve been told.” Dustin rolled his eyes, his neck tinging a burnt red.
Notalus placed his mouth on the rim of Dustin’s ear. “Show me.”
Notalus
Who’s Nurturing Your Harvest?
“I don’t think we need to do that here… or now. I’m hungry, and I’m sure Henry has gotten word that I was hurt in the storm and has sent over some food.” Dustin enticingly ran the back of his hand down one side of Notalus’ robe. “Then I thought we could go for a walk around the new cabbage fields. We have four varieties this year.”
“A walk around your harvest sounds enchanting.” Notalus placed delicate kisses along Dustin’s temple and across his forehead before he loosened the drawstring on his sweats. Notalus wondered what kind of an immature recreant of a man would recoil away from a hard, thick cock? One who can’t take one, that’s who. “But first… show me.”
Dustin turned his face toward the sky and pulled the front of his pants out so Notalus could see. “As long as you don’t laugh or balk and say, ‘Yikes,’ like the last guy, I think I can handle just about anything.”
“Now, why in all of the heavens would I do that?” Notalus gazed down into Dustin’s pants at the thick cock that was bulging his trousers and growing down his thigh. And growing… and growing. Notalus hummed in satisfaction before he lowered to his knees. The stare Dustin gave him was full of disbelief… and overwhelming need.
Without thought, Notalus buried his face in the dense bush at the base of Dustin’s swollen rod and inhaled until he was dizzy on his potent alpha pheromones. He pulled on Dustin’s sweats until they were around his ankles and gazed up into wide, lust-filled eyes. Dustin gave Notalus an expression that begged him to appreciate what he had to offer, not ridicule it.
Notalus could show him better than he could tell him. Still holding their connection, Notalus held Dustin’s hips and opened his mouth wide. He took Dustin into his mouth and swallowed him to the hilt, pressing his nose deep into his bristly pubic hairs.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Dustin shouted so loud Notalus wondered if the pack heard them from miles away.
Strong hands dove into his hair and gripped him tightly as Notalus pulled back as slowly as he dared, only to take it all down his throat again. Notalus wanted to lift his tunic and pull the front of his linen pants to his thighs, but he needed to focus on Dustin and give him all the pleasure he’d been deprived of. Notalus was leaking in his slacks, believing he could come untouched with how excited he was. Never had he wanted a mortal so desperately that he was willing to say damn to the consequences and risk. This man-wolf-god tasted of too many delicious combinations for him to savor all at once; he needed a lot more time with him. Notalus’ eyes were rolling behind their sockets at the heft and goodness pressing on his tongue and stretching his throat.
“Notalus, my god,” Dustin gasped, his face a contortion of bliss and torture.
Every nerve and cell in Notalus’ body strained toward the man he had pinned to the tree. Dustin’s praise was ambrosia to his soul. Notalus wrapped one hand around all of that girth while he cupped Dustin’s heavy sac in the other. His mouth was full. Dustin hadn’t exaggerated his gift—the man had a cock fit for a titan. Notalus moaned and sucked on the head as if begging for his seed, milking it from him with strong pulls, his jaws working hard to give Dustin an orgasm that would make up for all the bullshit those weak men put him through.