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)
“No,” he immediately scolds, sensing more than seeing my gaze on him. He’s staring down a brown wolf with a missing eye. Oddly, I think of Meera’s pups, wondering if this wolf or one of the others could be the father. I thought Meera was a lone wolf, but maybe not. “Keep eye contact. Make yourself appear as big as possible.”
Thinking of a bear standing on its hind legs, my arms immediately shoot into the air, and I take big stomping steps backward to Thorin.
The punchline: it actually works.
The black wolf that was eyeing me like fresh lamb chops suddenly looks unsure as it whines and looks at one of the others. Zeke breaks his own rule and glances at me, making a strangled sound that sounds suspiciously like choking back a laugh when he catches sight of my ridiculous movements.
Seriously? Who laughs when only seconds away from being torn apart?
I’m reminded of Seth, but there’s no room for longing when I’m this close to death. I take another exaggerated step, and then I feel Thorin grab my shirt, tugging me the rest of the way. The drooling, gray wolf that wants Thorin bad growls again. He must be hungry because a second later, he looks as if he’s about to go for it and leap.
Sensing this too, Thorin curses and releases me as suddenly as he grabbed me.
I assume he’s going to do something stupid like try to fight the wolf, but he starts yelling and beating his chest like he’s King Kong. Catching on, Zeke and I join him. We jump up and down, clapping, stomping, and screaming at the top of our lungs.
After what feels like forever, the gray wolf howls, and the three of them run off.
“Whew,” I exclaim as soon as it feels safe enough to do so. I don’t have to mock wiping the sweat from my brow. My entire body is soaked in it. “That was a close one, am I right? It’s a good thing I suggested that walk, huh?”
Thorin and Zeke both throw me vicious glares.
“Is this what you wanted, Goldilocks? Is that what you wanted to feel?”
“Yes,” I answer Khalil while strangling Thorin’s sheets in my fists. Thorin’s fucking my ass from below while Khalil pounds my pussy between my thighs. I’m in heaven. “I want it.”
I’m trying to be quiet. I’m trying to be good.
Zeke is somewhere in the cabin, and I can’t help but mourn how empty my mouth feels.
But Zeke isn’t Seth.
The three of us returned to the cabin less than an hour ago. I’d barely gotten through the door before Khalil was on my ass wanting to know what happened. I told him about the wolves. He was angry at me for being so reckless and pissed at Thorin for being so indulgent. The two of them turned on each other while Zeke silently looked on, ready to blame me for it all.
Khalil ended up tearing the clothes from my body so that he could see for himself that I wasn’t hurt. But all that had done was remind me that I’m horny. And now naked too. One thing led to another and…
“I think Khalil is ready to come,” Thorin whispers in my ear while thrusting so deeply my eyes cross. “Where does it go, songbird?”
I stare at Khalil from under my lashes as I say, “Inside me.”
“So tell him,” Thorin urges while he uses my body like he uses his fist. “Tell Khalil you want his cum.”
“I–I w-want you to come in-inside me.”
Khalil makes a rough, cruel sound that sends goose bumps down my flushed skin, and I know he’s about to deny me. “Only good girls get my cum inside their pussy. Have you been a good girl, Goldilocks?”
“No. Never.” Khalil groans, his pace increasing, and I whine because it’s too good. “You’re not…making it…easy…to be…quiet.”
Thorin pulls my hair in a vicious tug while Khalil wraps a hand around my throat. Their hold is possessive and sends a hot flare shooting from my chest down to my stomach. “So don’t be,” Khalil purrs against the flushed skin over my sternum.
Not as daring as them, I keep my lips smashed firmly together and true to their nature, Thorin and Khalil see it as a challenge. Khalil captures one of my sensitive nipples between his teeth, serving a bite of pain while Thorin tugs on the other from below, slapping the side of my breast every so often before gripping it possessively.
They work together to make me scream so that their best friend, wherever he’s hiding in the cabin, will hear. And Khalil and Thorin will take it as far as they need to—as far as I can handle—in order to stake their claim.
It happens a moment later, when Thorin’s and Khalil’s rhythm changes and they plunge deep inside me at the same time. The move steals my breath and then returns it with a scream that signals their triumph and leaves me shaken.