Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91507 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 458(@200wpm)___ 366(@250wpm)___ 305(@300wpm)
God, the heat. It was drawing him under, and Rafe was happy to drown in it.
“Naked, now.” He pulled Hop’s sweatshirt off and smoothed both palms down his dancer-fit torso. It was solid and sturdy, all dips and valleys carved from stone. Yet strangely, it appeared delicate and soft when he danced.
If someone would have told him a year ago that he’d become so taken with his former charge, he’d have laughed in their face. And yet, here he was.
There was nowhere else he’d rather be.
He couldn’t believe life had brought them here, that they’d managed to find their way back into each other’s lives. From the moment he’d told Lockwood that Hop was leaving the state to study, he’d held a singular goal and nothing had diverted him until now.
“Rafe, please.”
“I’ve got you.” He pinched Hop’s nipples and watched as they turned a deep rose. Then he sucked on the left, flicking his tongue around the pebbled bud and twisting it between his teeth. He lost track of time as Hop writhed beneath him, those keening moans becoming the background music to their erotic scene in Rafe’s mind. Eventually, he kissed his way south until he was rolling Hop’s tights down. The lacy briefs he uncovered were the stuff of carnal dreams. Rafe left them where they were and moved on to slip the sexy heels off Hop’s feet. As he did, he kissed each ankle.
When the last shoe hit the floor, Rafe rested on his heels and took in the sight.
Hop already looked debauched, perfectly pliant, and waiting for his master—wearing nothing but a strip of scant cloth that didn’t come close to keeping his erection contained. Hop’s cock stretched the delicate fabric, the smooth head, shiny from precome, almost reached Hop’s bellybutton.
“Ready to make a mess, pet?”
A small smile curled Hop’s lips. “Absolutely, sir.”
* * *
“Hands above your head,” Rafe said, petting Hop’s knees and thighs absently.
Hop complied, arching his back into the extension as if it were a dance move—a horizontal body wave, even his hips got in on the action. Rafe swooped down and nipped the soft skin of Hop’s scrotum. Hop squeaked at the sharp pain.
“My bed is not a stage.” Dom voice, full of authority and displeasure. “Stop trying to seduce me.”
Chastised, Hop put a muzzle on the performance.
“You don’t need to act sexy because you are sexy.” Rafe caressed him from elbows to nipples. “Just like this, you’re the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He adjusted his position until he was straddling Hop’s hips, settling his weight on Hop’s cock. The snug fit of Rafe’s still-covered ass was a lewd torment, especially since he couldn’t thrust. Using his feet and knees, Rafe effectively restrained him. Even if Hop wanted to move, he couldn’t.
“Rafe, God.”
“Hush.” A big palm circled Hop’s throat. “Everything happens at my discretion.” Oh, fuck. Hop’s balls squeezed all on their own. He whimpered. “Begging will only prolong your suffering.”
Yes. Perfection. After the teasing in the car, Hop was already on the threshold of the weird golden floaty place and Rafe pushed him closer. Every muscle in Hop’s body went slack, except his cock. There was no killing it, not when Rafe was still on top of him and those deep brown eyes were hooded with desire.
“You’ll take whatever I give you whenever I give it to you.”
“Yes, sir.” Anything. Everything. For as long as possible.
Rafe bent forward until his face was close to Hop’s. His breath fanned Hop’s cheek. “It wasn’t a question.” His grip tightened as he pushed his tongue between Hop’s lips.
It wasn’t a kiss, exactly. More like an act of possession and dominance. The alpha wolf proving his power. If they were animals, Hop would be cowering at Rafe’s feet ready to be mounted.
Hell, fuck being an animal, Hop was ready to be mounted. Past ready.
He didn’t bother kissing Rafe back. It wasn’t his task at the moment. All he was required to do was take it. Take it all. Of course, nothing said he couldn’t enjoy every fucking minute.
“That’s it.” Rafe’s praise shouldn’t have made his toes curl, but it did. A pleased sigh even escaped his chest.
Using his thumb and pointer finger the way you did when shooting marbles, Rafe flicked Hop’s nipples. Pain shot through him but Rafe didn’t stop. Over and over again, he hit the bundle of nerves. Both nubs burned. The hurt deepened and twisted, reforming into a strange new pleasure that spread from those twin points.
Heat rose on every inch of Hop’s exposed skin and his peaceful space loomed ever nearer.
“Your agony is stunning, pet.” A swift lick to one nipple. It stung at first, but quickly morphed into a tide of euphoria. Then Rafe did the same to the other side and the feeling grew too big to repress. A guttural moan burst out of Hop without his permission.