Total pages in book: 193
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 184001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 920(@200wpm)___ 736(@250wpm)___ 613(@300wpm)
“I never thought I’d see this place again,” I confess over the roar of the water once we reach the hidden waterfall and drop all our gear. My gaze immediately travels to the cliff where Zeke first kissed me, and I see him glance at it too out of the corner of my eye as he responds.
“Neither did I.”
We make quick work of setting up camp. Well, they do. I get led away by one of them to a rock to sit whenever I try to help, so I get started on dinner instead and end up eating it without them when they’re still cursing and fighting with the tent an hour later.
“Don’t tell me I’ve spoiled you and you forgot all your survival instincts.”
Thorin throws me a glare over the top of the collapsing tent while Khalil fusses at him to pull. I keep my smile small to avoid laughing, and Thorin’s gaze narrows before he turns his head and barks something back at Khalil.
It took my mountain men some time to acclimate to life back on the grid, but having the best of everything money can buy helped a lot. Thorin’s been complaining that all my frills are making them soft, so I loaded them up on my private plane and surprised them with a trip back to the Cold Peaks so that my big burly brutes can rough it for a little while.
The tent is finally up a few minutes later, and my guys join me around the fire I started.
“Why are your clothes still on?” Thorin asks me with his focus still on his food. My heart thuds against my chest as goose bumps spread over my skin, and then his blue gaze slowly rises to meet mine when I don’t move.
I jerk to my feet at the unspoken command, feeling my skin flush from the fire and the weight of all their attention as I lift my thin T-shirt over my head. I feel their eyes tracing my exposed skin as I drop the shirt and move my hands down to my denim shorts. I see Khalil’s eyes glowing even brighter in the firelight when I peel them off my hips and over my ass. The shorts drop to my feet and I kick them away before unhooking my sports bra from the front and discarding my thong.
“Turn around and put your hands on the log,” Khalil commands softly the moment I’m naked. “Let the birthday boy see you.”
My gaze finds Zeke’s, and I smile softly as I hold it until I’m forced to let it go when I turn around and bend over for his gaze. And because I’m me, I give a teasing wiggle and hear several groans chorusing around me.
“Fuck, princess.” I start to tremble when I hear Zeke stand and then walk over to run a hand over my ass appreciatively. “You make me want to devour you when you’re like this, did you know that?”
I don’t have a chance to respond because he’s kneeling and shoving his face between my thighs.
Zeke’s tongue is a hot brand on my pussy as he tastes my arousal while creating more, like the never-ending waterfall just a few feet away. My cries as he licks me from behind mingle with the rush of the falls, the crackling of the fire, and his thick tongue swirling through my wetness.
Zeke is an insatiable eater, and I so love feeding him.
It’s over too soon though because the moment he flicks my clit after teasing me to the brink, I’m coming with a whispered curse on his tongue.
“Mmm,” Zeke moans with a smack of his lips. “Best birthday cake ever.” It reminds me of how he wouldn’t let me bake him one the first time we met two years ago.
He stands, and then I hear the rustle of him dropping the shorts he’s wearing before he’s lining his thick crown up with my entrance and plunging inside with a groan from us both. Zeke’s dick is long, so it feels as if he’s tunneling inside of me forever before he reaches the base. It feels exactly like the invasion it’s meant to be and I’m helpless against the power of his thrusts as he uses me roughly to get himself off.
Suddenly, his thumbs are digging into the base of my spine hard enough to make me wince, so I twist my upper body to get a glimpse of him. From this angle, all I can see is his head and shoulders partially cast in shadow from the glow of the setting sun behind him, but the eerie feeling I associate with only one of Zeke’s alters ripples through me and I gasp.
“Bane?” I whisper so that Khalil and Thorin don’t overhear. If they knew it was the violent and unpredictable alter inside of me right now, they’d freak out. “Oh God. Is that you?”