Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
“Oh fuck.” Justice snapped his hips when Wick began to suck.
He made sure to lave his tongue over the reddening skin as he fed, massaging the tender flesh and making his mate come undone.
“Feels so damn good.” Justice held Wick steady with one hand while he worked Wick’s thighs apart with his other. “I need to come inside you, now.”
Wick didn’t stop drinking. Justice was that delicious and that plentiful.
“Stay on top of me. Always.” Wick hooked his ankles around Justice’s calves, thrusting his aching hardness up against Justice’s stomach. He was losing control.
Justice ground against him, pushing Wick deeper into the foam mattress, all the muscles and weight made Wick feel wanted… treasured. He’d never felt that from another, not even his father or siblings.
“God, yes. Take more,” Justice urged, palming a handful of Wick’s ass, squeezing and massaging the thickness. When Wick felt the tip of Justice’s finger push against his hole, he had to stop. Wick withdrew his fangs, his obsidian eyes rolling around behind his lids while he savored the flavor of his Beloved on his tongue. Like the rarest, most exclusive fruit. Erotic, sweet and bold. Only available to Wick.
“Take what we both need, Justice, please. Please,” Wick said breathlessly, laying boneless and completely submissive to his alpha.
Justice released a moan slash growl, when he stared down at Wick’s obedient form. Wick stared back, nothing else in the room was more fascinating than the man above him. Then Justice did something that surprised the hell out of him and had Wick seeing double. Justice leaned in and sucked Wick’s wine-flavored tongue inside his own mouth, tasted his life’s energy and relishing at the flavor he found. Justice sucked harder, pumping his strong hips and revving up the intensity. Justice held Wick’s face in his palms and licked at his fangs… cleaning them.
“Justice, oh my—” It blew Wick’s mind. So romantic, intimate. A natural desire of his true mate.
“Lube?” Justice barely bit out. His eyes were a startling shade of blue, his neck was taut and the veins protruding from his forearms said he was barely keeping from grabbing Wick, flipping him over and slamming himself inside.
“Never did like the stuff,” Wick replied.
Justice reared back on his knees between Wick’s legs. He looked like he belonged there, like he owned him. So big and powerful, their mating radiating a phenomenal amount of energy into the air. “What do you like then?” Justice squeezed a large bead of precome to the tip of his cock, smoothing a thin layer of stickiness down his shaft.
“I like natural. Only you. Nothing more.” Wick turned over on his stomach, erotically gliding his pale skin over the black satin sheets.
“A King after my own heart.” Justice lined his dick up against his tight opening.
Wick bristled, his legs beginning to shake the more Justice pressed at him.
“You’re so tight,” Justice hissed, holding the base of his ruddy shaft with one hand while he clamped the other down on the back of Wick’s neck. It was a massive display of dominance that had Wick mewling and arching his back already.
“No, it’s fine. I don’t feel pain. You won’t hurt me, Justice, I swear. I heal way too fast for pain to even register.” Wick had no time to explain, he was already about to explode, his release so close to the edge. “Justice, take me.”
Wick heard Justice spit a few times, then that insistent pressure was back, only this time Justice wasn’t hesitating or worrying about being gentle. As soon as the head thrust past the last bit of resistance, Justice drove in until his pelvis was flush against Wick’s smooth ass. Wick clenched his fists and cried blissfully into the thick pillows.
“Fuck that, baby. I need to hear you.” Justice grabbed a handful of Wick’s jet-black, messy hair and turned his face to the side. He leaned down - that last inch tipping Wick over - and gave Wick his tongue. Giving Wick all of him. Justice’s thrusts were deep and sure. “Everyone will hear how much I please my mate.”
Wick was used to vampires being secretive and confidential. Shifters, especially alphas, liked to display their confidence and their ability to provide and protect. He’d never deny Justice what he needed. Refusing to hide his moans and grunts of ecstasy, Wick rose on his knees, leaning back for another soul-searching kiss and Justice was quick to give it to him. Even his mouth was hot, and Wick imagined all that warmth surrounding his dick.
Justice abruptly released Wick’s mouth, breathing harshly against his cheek. “You want my mouth on you.”
Wick hadn’t realized he’d let that into their link, but he had little to do with all the freaky places his brain was taking him. The possibilities seemed endless. “I want you everywhere.”
Justice thundered into Wick’s body, his merciless pounding rocking the bed’s foundation. Wick felt the storm brewing, his balls churning and electricity streaking down his spine.