Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
“Rest. We’re going home now,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you, little Alpha.”
He rises effortlessly to his feet, cradling my naked, spent body to his own. I remember clinging to him that night like he was the only thing that mattered. Little did I know, it wasn’t because he was my savior. It was because he was mine. He’d found me again. Made me his.
Love you, Cy.
He hugs me tighter and speaks only to me inside my head. Love you too.
Cy’s lips are firm against my own as he shoves me into the shower. The hot spray feels good on my aching body. He’s not weak, not even a little bit. For being an old-ass man, he sure bounces back quickly.
“Your pouting is cute,” Cy taunts, nipping at my bottom lip. “Are you going to pout when I fuck you into the mattress, too? I’m kinda turned on by it.”
I tilt my head to the side, offering my neck for him to ravish just as he’s done my swollen, now sore lips. He doesn’t disappoint, nipping and sucking my flesh, marking me as his.
I’m not pouting.
“You so are,” he says against my skin, a smile on his lips and in his voice and in his heart.
How are you not exhausted?
“Oh, I’m dead, my mate,” he murmurs, his hot breath driving me wild. “But having you in my arms brings me life.” He pulls back to give me a maddeningly hot grin.
I roll my eyes and shake my head. Stick to forestry. You suck at poetry.
“I thought poems had to rhyme.”
Be quiet.
“So crabby.” Cy grips my ass with both hands and lifts me. “Someone needs a nap.”
Are they into daddy/little boy roleplaying? Finnick. Not gonna lie. I’m digging it. You wanna be my mommy, Rey?
You really want to die, Finn. You really do. Rey.
I lose track of anyone but Cy when he dives his tongue back into my mouth. We spend the next half hour washing up, making out, and him teasing me relentlessly. By the time the water runs cold, I’m barely awake. Cy’s touches are gentle and sweet as he dries me off. I burrow my face in his neck, drifting off on the short trek to his bed.
He sets me down and pulls the covers over us. His large, hot body wraps around me from behind, pulling me into his comforting embrace.
I want him.
For him to fuck me. Like this. In our male, human form.
But I’m so goddamn tired.
“Sleep, mate,” he murmurs, kissing the back of my head. “We have time. We have the rest of our lives.”
I fall into a peaceful sleep. In my dreams, I see Dad and Mom and Hope. Dad shows me more “sleight of the hands.” He makes birds from napkins and candy bars from couch pillows. Hope and I laugh with each outlandish thing he does. His smile is one I may have forgotten for a while, but I vow never to forget again.
The smell of bacon is what wakes me in the early morning. My stomach grumbles, and I wonder how hard it would be to convince Rey to bring me breakfast in bed.
Not happening, kid. Rey.
Alpha, I say back. Obey me, woman.
Cy barks out a laugh from behind me. “Nice try.”
I’ve spanked your butt before, and I’ll do it again if I have to. Rey.
That was one time, I argue. And Finnick had it coming.
My nose is still crooked, but I did have it coming. Finnick. Mommy, you want to spank me too?
Dishes clatter from the kitchen, and we can hear them wrestling around. I smile and then ask Cy, Where are Judd and Ewan?
“You don’t want to know,” he growls. “I’ve been trying to block that shit out for the past three hours. Seriously. How can they go on and on like that?”
Need a distraction? I reach behind me to grasp his dick. I want you to fuck me, mate.
Cy pulls me onto my back and crashes his lips to mine. I gasp at the taste of his tongue as it slides over mine. He’s addictive. I could stay in this bed forever with him. My fingers go to his hair as he trails kisses between my pecs and along the grooves of my abs. His tongue dips inside my navel, making me shudder so hard the bed shakes.
Ticklish mate. Cy.
Stop tickling and suck instead. Me.
He chuckles, but my Alpha obeys. Licks the tip of my dick and swallows it down his hot, tight throat. I can’t help but lift my hips to fuck into him. A rumble of pleasure vibrates through him, sending curls of bliss spiraling through me. He pops off long enough to suck on three fingers and then he’s back to sucking my dick like it’ll give him something he desperately needs. I’m lost in the sensation of his mouth performing miracles on my dick when I feel a slick intrusion at my puckered asshole. My instinct is to flinch, a brief wave of lingering terror from my past clinging to me, but Cy chases away the thoughts with a feral growl. He fills my mind with him—his thoughts and assurances and voice and touch. His finger sinks into me, stretching me with a delightful burn.