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)
Khalil carefully lifts me up, freeing me from Thorin’s softened cock before he throws me down on my tummy next to Thor. I barely have time to lift my head from the rumpled blankets before Khalil is on top of me, shoving my thighs apart with his knee and entering me fully with one stroke.
I’m trapped between his hard body and the mattress while he batters my sore pussy a second time. When I start to wiggle and struggle, Khalil growls and bites my shoulder to make sure I can’t escape this second claiming.
I think I black out, but I’m sure that bastard kept going.
I don’t mind. I’ve already confessed I’m into it and promised to let him know the moment that changed. When I come to, Khalil and I are alone. His cock is tucked away, and he’s dozing next to me. Thorin walks into the room a second later with a glass of water filled to the rim in hand. I sit up expectantly, knowing it’s for me, and he hands me the glass before perching on the edge of the bed where he watches to make sure I drink it all.
Once I’m hydrated, Khalil scoops me up, leaving me to wonder if he was ever really asleep. He brushes his lips across my forehead as he carries me inside the bathroom. I’m silent and contemplating passing out again as he turns on the shower and steps inside before setting me on my feet. Thorin doesn’t join us since the shower is too small. Just Khalil and I together is a tight fit with his shoulders alone nearly taking up the entire width.
Sensing that I’m sapped of energy, Khalil makes quick work of cleaning us both up while I stand there uselessly with the back of my head resting against his chest and my eyes struggling to stay open. Khalil doesn’t seem to mind even when he remarks to himself that they’re spoiling me.
Once we’re both clean and out of the shower, Khalil dries me off and grabs the lotion from the counter when I grumble about dry skin. He walks me out of the bathroom after I’m properly moisturized, and we fall into Thorin’s bed again.
Thorin wordlessly retreats into the bathroom, and I hear the shower turn on again while Khalil arranges me on top of him just like Thorin usually does since they know how much I detest the hardness of Thorin’s mattress. He rubs and massages my butt with his big, capable hands and before long, I’m drifting off to the sound of his strong heartbeat.
When I wake up, Khalil is gone, and it’s just Thorin and me in his bed together. I stretch and groan at the ache already settling into my muscles. I don’t miss the dull throb between my thighs either.
“Thorin.” When he doesn’t answer, I reach over and shake his shoulder until his breathing changes, signaling that he’s waking.
“Wolf,” he finally answers with a tired grumble. He immediately reaches for me, and once I’m within grabbing distance, he pulls me into his side where I rest my cheek on his lower pec.
“We’ve got to talk about getting you a new mattress,” I complain. “I don’t think I can take sleeping on a slab of stone for much longer.”
“Feels good to me,” he slurs in that way that says he’s already falling asleep again. A grin nearly breaks free at knowing I wore him out just as much as he’d done me.
“Clearly you’ve never slept on a cloud before.”
Thorin doesn’t answer. Feeling restless despite the thorough fucking he and Khalil gave me, I roll over in the safety of Thorin’s arms and look out the window. The position of the sun though has me frowning as I reach for Thorin’s wrist and glance at his watch.
It’s after four.
Shit.
Sheriff Kelly will be expecting me to check in soon. His conditions for me returning to the cabin were clear. I have to radio him at the station every day before the end of his shift or he’ll be back here in force to rescue me.
For good reason, I haven’t told the guys. They’ll only see the sheriff’s misguided determination to save me as a threat to their ownership of me. I don’t want the sheriff harmed. I don’t want to tear myself open again to live with that guilt, and I don’t want my guys doing so either.
I let go of Thorin’s wrist, and his arm falls back to the bed like deadweight. It’s all the confirmation I need that Thorin is asleep again before I quietly crawl from the bed and grab my robe. Feeling right at home in the cabin, I don’t bother to tie the sash as I leave Thorin’s room.
I immediately regret it once I reach the switchback stairs that lead down to the den.