Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
River surveyed the surrounding trees. “She can’t have gone far. You only gave her a count of ten.”
I was confident I’d bested them, but then I noticed Alaric had disappeared. I scanned the area, but he was nowhere in sight. I squeaked as strong arms enveloped me like a vise.
“Miss me?” Alaric’s deep voice attacked the shell of my ear.
“How did you know I was up here?” I asked breathlessly.
“You had ten seconds, Ella. Didn’t give you time to get far. I must admit, I’m impressed by your climbing skills. Now you’ve had your fun, it’s time for me to have mine.”
Alaric moved in to capture my lips, but I ducked under his arm and scampered down the tree, laughing as I ran deeper into the forest.
I didn’t make it far before Asher wrapped his giant arms around me and pushed me to the ground. “Where are you running off to, Pup?”
River smirked. “Well, well, well. Looks like the rabbit has been caught by the big bad wolves.”
Chapter Two
River
“What’s the game plan?” I ask as I plop down on the wingback armchair that likely cost a pretty penny. It’s one of those fancy French chairs, the epitome of luxury.
Alaric’s been acting fucking weird as hell for the past few days. He went for a drive with Ella, and the next day, he was off. I can’t help thinking that everything is about to go to hell in a handbasket.
“Don’t get too comfortable. You know what Celeste is like. We won’t be here for long,” Alaric says as he pours a glass of whiskey. He tips the glass back and downs the amber liquid in one gulp.
Asher pulls out a joint and lights it up, leaning back on the bed and taking multiple puffs. “She isn’t going anywhere until she finishes the job. And as long as little sister isn’t in her grasp, she’s the enemy.”
Asher passes me the joint, and I take a hit. “Celeste didn’t like the little date you planned.”
“It’s not like you helped the situation by making it a family affair,” Alaric snips.
I shrug, forming O’s with the smoke. “No way I’m not getting a taste of those goods again.”
“That shit with her can’t happen again,” Alaric states. “One and done.”
Motherfucker can’t be serious. It was the first time I’ve seen him shut down all the bullshit in his head and let go. Ella did in one night what Asher and I have been desperate to achieve for ten years.
Needing something to take the edge off thinking about Ella naked and spread before me, I beckon Asher with my fingers. He falls to his knees and crawls without being told. Asher makes quick work of my belt and unbuttons my pants, pulling down the zipper and unleashing my semi-hard cock. The fucker is baffling, but he’s the best cock sucker I’ve ever met. “I call bullshit. There’s no way you’re gonna walk away from her.”
“Never said we were walking away. Just that we can’t have her more mixed up in this shit than she already is.” Alaric slams his glass down and turns his gaze toward Asher and me.
He makes eye contact with me before lowering his gaze and taking a few predatory steps to stand in front of us. I think he’s about to unzip his pants, but he lifts an eyebrow.
Silence shrouds us as I wait to see what Alaric will do. It’s rare for him to join in when Asher and I go at it. I always thought it was because he wasn’t interested, but I learned that wasn’t it.
Like Asher and me, Alaric likes to fuck hard and fast and often. The only difference is that while we allow ourselves to relish the act, Alaric uses it as self-punishment.
With one hand, Alaric hoists Asher by the belt until his ass is directly in front of his crotch. He unbuckles Asher’s belt and yanks from the hoops. Asher puts his arms behind his back, and Alaric binds his wrists with the belt.
Asher would never let me tie him up like that. I’d end up on the sharp side of his blade. He’ll bottom for me—the fucker loves getting his asshole fucked and eats cum like a French delicacy. But no one except Alaric ties him up. He has no problem being bound, gagged, or even beaten by Alaric. It’s a little fucked up, considering their history, but that’s the draw of Alaric for both of us—our Manaveli. The man who would put us through hell if it meant we’d be in a better place.
Alaric focuses on his task as he removes the small bottle of lube from his pocket and pours it over Asher’s ass.
“What are we going to do about our little sister?” I ask as Asher moans on my cock from the intrusion of Alaric’s fingers.