Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100470 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
I deserve it. We both do.
She makes a sweet keening sound that has me desperate for more than a taste. I need a bite. A whole fucking meal of her.
Holy fuck.
I’m devouring my sassy sister’s wicked mouth and it tastes like heaven.
It’s everything I didn’t know I wanted.
Her heels bruise my ass as she uses them to pull me closer. A groan of overwhelming need rattles out of my chest. Because I can’t control myself, I grind against her pussy with my cock. The sounds she makes now are needy—almost begging for more.
Fuck.
I need more.
I need all of her.
“Fuck, I’ll miss you,” I murmur over her mouth before nipping at her bottom lip. “You taste so goddamn perfect like I dreamed of.”
This is wrong.
Everything that Dad worried about.
I’m guilty as fuck and don’t even care. Not now. Not in this moment.
My palm slides under her T-shirt, eagerness to feel all the soft parts of her taking over. Her ribs beneath my fingertips make her seem delicate and fragile. Like she’s something I need to protect at all costs—with my life. Our tongues grow more frantic as our kiss turns ravenous.
I need more.
I need all of her.
My thumb grazes the underside of her breast over her bra. It would be so easy to continue along this wrong path that feels so right.
I have to stop before it goes too far.
Before I ruin everything because I’m horny as fuck for my sister.
“My nipple,” she pleads, her breath hot against my mouth. “Touch it. Please.”
So much for self-control.
How the hell am I supposed to deny her when she begs so sweetly?
Like an animal, I roughly yank her bra away from her breast, revealing her silky skin to my roving hand. She lets out a sound of pleasure as my thumb seeks out her nipple. When I pinch her nipple between my thumb and middle finger, she jolts at the touch.
I need more.
I need all of her.
My mouth waters to taste her pert nipple, but a scream cuts through my lust-filled haze.
Lifting up from her and breaking our kiss, I look down at her, momentarily confused as to whether the scream came from her or not. Her eyes are hooded and her lips puffy from our kiss.
She’s beautiful.
I start to kiss her again, but then a gunshot fires.
Snapping awake, I quickly look around to reorient myself. My dick is hard, straining in my boxers, pre-cum slicking the material. My dream of her wasn’t a dream at all. It was a memory of that moment we shared. So hot. So terrible because she’s my sister, but so fucking good because she’s Raegan.
Another gunshot.
This one not a memory, but in my reality.
I throw on clothes at record speed, grab my rifle, and bolt out of the tent, ready to take out the threat.
Except there is no threat.
Wild holds up a dead rabbit by its foot and grins at me. “I’m still a fucking awesome shot.”
“Good shot? It took you two to kill that rabbit,” I grumble. “Now let’s just hope those fuckers are far enough away that they didn’t hear the shots.”
Wild’s smile falls and he winces as realization kicks in. “Dammit. I didn’t think—”
“You never do,” Rowdy snaps. “Let’s pack up and move out. We have people to find.”
* * *
* * *
Every day is exactly the same.
Wake up early, travel in silence beside Tom and his kids, break for dinner, make camp, sleep. Over and over and over. We’ve been at this for a whole week and I’m so tired of it. Mostly, I’m concerned since Ryder hasn’t come for us yet.
Did they hurt him too?
Ronan holds out hope that Ryder will be here, but I’m beginning to doubt it. It seems what’s left of my family is here with me or they would’ve already come. It’s going to be up to us to get away from these traveling lunatics.
I can hear Mya complaining up ahead about blisters and begging to stop for the night. Usually, they walk us until just before dark, but today the sun is still shining proudly in the late afternoon. To my surprise, the group slows to a stop. With me and Tom’s crew bringing up the rear, I’m not sure what’s being decided up ahead. I wonder how long we’ll travel until Michael deems it safe to stop. Is his community forever nomads or will they build in a permanent location?
My mind drifts to our home and how it had been burning. I have no idea if anyone survived. I don’t even know if the wolf pups lived or not. For some reason, that has my heart fissuring and my eyes stinging.
Poor Mage and Spirit.
Maybe there will be wolf karma and a grown wolf can eat Mya’s face off. I’d happily watch that. The men here are terrifying, but Mya just gets on my nerves. She’s a mini psychopath in the making.