Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29324 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 117(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I set my jaw. If I can’t subdue it with force, maybe I can outlast it. I make a plan: shower, eat something, maybe do a little research on “conversation starters” so I don’t end up talking about Orc siege tactics for two hours. Then maybe a short nap, just to reset my brain.
But first, the shower. I take my time, scrubbing every inch, letting the hot water scald my skin. It feels good, burning away some of the excess energy. I stand under the spray until my muscles unclench.
The steamy water cascades down my chest, slicking my skin with a sheen that makes me look like some kind of glistening fucking god. My hand strokes my cock—hard, throbbing, and already leaking pre-cum like a broken faucet. I’m thinking about Ella. Fuck, just her name makes my dick twitch like it’s got a goddamn mind of its own.
Her tits, those perfect fucking melons, bouncing in my mind’s eye. I imagine squeezing them, pinching her nipples until she gasps, until her pussy pulses wet and needy for me. Her lips, those pouty, sinful lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me deep like she’s starving for it. I groan, my hand moving faster, the rhythm of my fist matching the filthy images in my head.
Her hips, curved like she was sculpted just for me. I imagine her riding me, her tight, dripping cunt swallowing my dick whole, her moans echoing in my ears as she takes every inch. Her ass, round and bouncing, begging to be slapped, grabbed, fucked raw.
My breathing is ragged, my balls tightening as I pump my cock faster, harder. Then the fantasy changes. I picture her on her knees, looking up at me with those deep green eyes, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of my dick before she deep-throats me. I can almost feel her throat clenching around me, her gagging noises mixing with her moans as she takes me deeper, deeper.
“Fuck, Ella,” I growl, my hand a blur now. My cock is rock-hard, veins bulging, the head slick with pre-cum. I’m so close, so fucking close. I imagine lifting her against my body and slamming into her wet and pulsating pussy. Her tight walls gripping my shaft like a vice as her screams of pleasure ring in my ears.
My balls tighten, and I know I’m about to lose it. I imagine coming inside her, my hot fucking load shooting deep into her pussy, filling her up until she’s dripping with me. The thought is enough to send me over the edge. My cock jerks in my hand, and I’m coming, ropes of cum splattering against the shower wall as I groan her name like a fucking animal.
“Ella! Fuck!” I shout, my knees buckling as I ride out the orgasm, my hand still pumping my cock until there’s nothing left. I lean against the wall, panting, my heart racing, my skin slick with sweat and water.
Fuck. Just thinking about her turns me into a goddamn animal. Ella. That name is going to be the death of me. I towel off and drag on a clean set of jeans, then spend the next ten fucking hours glowering at the clock like it personally insulted my ancestors. I try pacing. I try sitting. That lasts maybe sixty seconds before I’m up again, stalking the house like a caged bear. Every time I check the time, it’s barely moved. Are you fucking kidding me? I could run a full perimeter drill in the time it takes for five minutes to tick by.
I’m ready to crawl out of my skin when my phone goes off on the counter, the screen lighting up with Kael’s smug-ass official Council photo. I answer, half-expecting to hear about a break-in or a fire.
“What?”
His voice oozes through the line, all fake-civil. “Rumor says you’re planning to mate Ella.” Typical Elder bullshit. Kael Darkthorn lives to stick his nose in places he shouldn’t, then act superior about it. I grunt, not even trying to hide my disgust.
I grit my teeth so hard my jaw aches, tusks digging into my lip as I sit back against the leather couch that creaks under my weight. My nostrils flare, sending hot breath through them like a bull ready to charge. The fucking settlement grapevine moves at the speed of goddamn light. "That's none of your fucking business, Kael," I growl, my voice dropping to that dangerous octave that usually makes lesser orcs back away.
He laughs, low and slick, the sound seeping through the phone like toxic sludge. "Settlement business is my business, Oren. You know that." I can practically see his smug face, those yellowed tusks curling into a self-satisfied smile.
I clench my jaw until something pops near my temple, my massive green hand tightening around the phone until the metal case creaks in protest. "I run the settlement, not you. My choices aren't up for debate."