Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91622 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Bonus Scene – Jag
Jag loved Dane so much.
So much.
But in moments like this, his primal brain took over, and the hunt became all about lust. His prey was oblivious to being followed, and Jag’s heart beat faster when he thought of Dane anticipating his attack. Though he was pretty sure he’d avoided being spotted as he crouched in the bushes earlier.
They both had lots to do on a daily basis, but made sure to carve out time for their monstrous pleasures. Jag had always had a dominant streak in his fantasies about men, but it had been Dane who really brought out and encouraged the beast in him.
And now he was at that unruly beast’s mercy. Alone as darkness settled over the forest, Dane was the sole prey to satisfy Jag’s appetites for miles, and once Jag found his way to him, there would be no one to hear the animalistic sounds of their mating.
They’d agreed that Dane would camp outside and go about his business so that Jag could enjoy the hunt, slowly creeping up to the tent before making his move at any time after sunset prior to the sunrise.
Shivers of anticipation wandered all over Jag’s flesh as he looked through the bushes, watching Dane place a coffee pot by the small bonfire in front of his tent. He seemed ignorant to the predator creeping close by, but Jag knew his man was just as excited as he was, and had in fact come up with this game.
Jag was eager to please. Both Dane and himself.
He smirked at Dane’s choice of clothing—sweatpants for easy pulling down, and a T-shirt he wouldn’t mind being ripped. Jag wore a comfortable pair of soft pants that would minimize any noise and allow a good range of movement. Other than that, he’d chosen to go shirtless and hide his face behind a mask, because he knew how much it turned Dane on. It was the same one he’d worn when they’d first met, made of metal, with spikes above the eyes and painted-on spots. Still, it would come off at some point, because Jag couldn’t wait to have a bite of his man’s delicious flesh.
By the fire, Dane stretched his arms as he yawned, then grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it off to show the delicious fullness of his torso. In the warm, flickering glow of the flames, shadows caressed every crevice and brought out each curve of his delectable form. Such a tease.
But he’d wait. He wouldn’t give Dane the satisfaction of being ravished as soon as the sun set. While Jag most definitely wanted to do just that, he’d learned there was pleasure in anticipation. In his mind, he was becoming a wolf, who wouldn’t approach the fire and instead, would wait for the prey to leave its safe place
So he waited as the evening became warm rather than hot, and watched Dane drink his coffee, then read by the fire, as if he had no care in the world and hadn’t pre-greased his tight hole for their pleasure. Just thinking about the sensation of having that tight channel squeezing him had Jag burning with need. But he waited and watched, periodically stroking himself through his bottoms because it was becoming impossible not to. It got his blood rushing faster and his appetite that much more intense. He even circled the camp, looking for the best place to enter unseen in case Dane chose to not leave the fake safety of the fire.
Jag was on the verge of throwing a pebble at Dane, just to fuck with his head, but his prey got up before he could have made up his mind. Dane put the book aside and grabbed the large duffel bag he’d earlier used to bring in the firewood. He was about to gather more and therefore venture into the wild where predators waited for opportunities like this.
It was perfect.
Dane whistled, and the sound of his voice was like a call to lure the meanest, lustiest beast around. For a moment, Jag considered prolonging their play and refusing to respond to Dane’s call, but in all fairness, if he stalled any longer, his balls might explode, so he quietly followed his lover into the dark.
The flashlight he was holding provided enough illumination to find the way yet also created plenty of shadows, which moved in relation to Dane’s position, making the scene unsettling.
Jag’s mouth watered when his gaze trailed down the broad back and focused on the curve of Dane’s ass, which he intended to feast on tonight until they were both sated.
He loved that Dane left so much up to him, and he’d get to not only do what they both wanted, but surprise his lover too.
The moment Dane passed his latest bush hideout, Jag took a deep breath of forest air, pulled his mask down, and jumped out. He immediately placed the wooden knife he’d carved for such occasions to Dane’s throat, and grabbed his arm, twisting it back.