Primal (Wrong Side of the Tracks #2) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Kink, M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
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Sated.

Where they would go from here, Dane had no idea, but this had been the best sex of his fucking life.

Chapter 10 – Dane

The water drizzling down Dane’s body was pleasantly warm, but it couldn’t rival the heat of Jag’s hands. Strong and rough despite the slickness of soap, they reached even the most intimate places on Dane’s body, and he didn’t have the will to stop them.

Shivers of anticipation crawled up and down spent flesh as Jag’s sturdy form pressed against Dane’s side, and when the warm digits pushed their way between Dane’s buttocks, keeping in a soft moan was a feat he could barely achieve. With toes curling in the puddle at their feet, Dane leaned his weight on Jag and tried to ignore the throbbing in his balls when fingertips rolled against his sore entrance.

His cock had gone flaccid on the way here, but all that heat and touching was giving him another erection, and the powerful, dominant nature of their fucking left him unsure whether Jag expected him to take care of that on his own or leave it for some other time. Jag had been eager to return the favor when it came to cock-sucking and gotten quite good at it since the first time, but that didn’t mean that he wanted to deal with Dane’s needs now that he was in his alpha mood.

He gasped when he got his answer with Jag wrapping his fingers around Dane’s cock. “I love to see you so excited for me,” Jag murmured against Dane’s ear.

Dane trembled and instinctively pushed into the tight, soap-slicked grip, acutely aware of the cock stiffening against his hip. His brain was growing hot, and spun like sugar threads in a cotton candy machine until he could no longer tell whether his hole was aching after that recent fuck or hungry for more.

“I—”

Jag was so different from any guy Dane had been with he could barely make comparisons. Rough and stubborn, he was also generous, and sometimes—surprisingly gentle. And now that Dane had been outsmarted and claimed by this beast in human form, he couldn’t deny that even though he’d ran toward the fence, it had been to see his family again, not because he wanted to leave Jag behind.

If he had nothing waiting for him on the other side, then—

Jag’s cock slipped between his ass cheeks, and Dane didn’t need to ask to know Jag wanted to ‘claim’ him again. Dane wouldn’t have had the energy to protest even if he wanted to. Dane’s dick stiffened at the touch, throbbing in the sleeve of rough fingers that offered him another chance for relief.

He closed his eyes and focused on how safe he felt with Jag against his back. This time, the fuck was slow, devoid of the desperation and ravenous hunger that had driven Jag earlier, yet with no less fervor once Jag cornered Dane against the low wall made of wooden boxes.

Bent over, with his legs spread wide and head low in submission, Dane let his fantasies run free and reimagined Jag’s hands having long claws. In this moment, he’d been claimed by a true beast that would keep him as its pet and use him for pleasure whenever it pleased, because it didn’t care for Dane’s opinion. He shivered with excitement when each thrust made his channel burn. When Jag’s body aligned with his, and teeth grazed the tender flesh of Dane’s nape, he presented it with an animalistic whine.

Yes. Claim me.

Take me.

Make me your bitch.

Jag milked Dane’s cock, making him moan and shiver in pleasure right before filling Dane’s hole with another load of fresh cum.

Fucked brainless, Dane panted against the boxes, and didn’t protest when Jag tenderly washed him and dressed his scraped knees, professing his affection with sweet words.

He even put a large blanket over Dane as he turned off the shower. It only now hit Dane that Jag didn’t put the collar on him. Though it was hard to tell whether he was too excited to remember or if he’d made a conscious decision against the bondage.

It felt like a promise of a new beginning. Dane was so spent he let his wild lover take care of things and dozed off under the cover. He awoke to Jag attempting to lift him and tried to get to his feet.

“Oh… no, I’m good to walk,” he mumbled, but his muscles were so relaxed he might have fallen over if his man hadn’t kept him up.

Jag slid his arm around Dane’s waist in a possessive gesture. “I can see you’re tired. I’ll make us food, and you can look at the books I got you.” He smiled with a lovesick expression.

This man had abducted Dane, kept him on a chain, and had just fucked him twice with no condoms. In no world should Dane consider him sweet, but how else was Dane to call this guy, who did everything to make Dane like him? Jag was a puppy that didn’t understand its methods were wrong.


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