Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“…even deserve to speak to you.”
My head falls back against the chair. It’s soft, it’s beautiful out too, the moon is full and I know that this is heaven. I see the stars, and I know I’ll feel them soon.
“This wasn’t part of the agreement.”
How I managed to get that out, I have no clue.
“Fuck the agreement, I have a tongue and dick if you haven’t noticed, same thing and tonight…this werewolf wants to feast.” Eli’s head lowers until he’s a breath away from tasting me.
“Remember, enemies in the morning.”
"Lovers now?” I try.
"Lovers now.” He agrees, eyes sad.
I want to ask him why, but I can’t really remember my own social security number at this point because I never experienced a werewolf tongue, the way it snakes around, finds hidden places, pushes against every place I never knew I needed or wanted. I’m bucking against it before I can repeat the question he asked, wait did he ask a question?
He grips my thighs with his hands and sucks so hard, I feel all my own breath leave my body.
His tongue laps at me like he can’t get enough, and my body continues to give him more and more until I’m shaking.
“I can’t do another, Eli, I can’t.”
“You can.” He smacks my ass.
“You will.”
“But—“
He flips me over onto my knees on the concrete, softly pressing me against the chair and from behind starts licking up my backside while his fingers work the front.
I lean back against him and shiver.
“Maybe, maybe, don’t need…vacation dayzzzz, money…don’t stop!”
He licks back down, his tongue warm, then reaches around and cups me.
“Ride my hand, imagine it’s me and then when you least expect it….”
I start to ride him and he’s right, when I least expect it, he takes me from behind. I grip the chair like it’s my only anchor, only to have it get shoved away as Eli pulls me by the hair and holds me in place.
“I’ve never wanted to bite more.”
"Then do it!” I scream.
“Now!”
He keeps moving inside me.
“No, I won’t do that, not to you.”
"Because I’m human?”
He pulls me back against him, I can feel him finish inside me as he kisses the sides of my neck.
“No. Because you’re precious.”
Chapter 25
Confession By Bonfire
ELI
I made her a bonfire. I’ve never made one before in my entire existence, but she said she wanted marshmallows. I had no heart to say no. And it was just sitting there waiting to be used, and I suddenly wanted her to be the first.
I grab a blanket and wrap it around her shoulders outside on the balcony, and sit across from her.
It feels like things just got personal, but I don’t know why. I don’t know what to say to her or what to do, and my reactions are always wrong.
How does a person go about asking another after they’ve already slept together, to be more? To try more? Because that’s what I want, despite knowing what the ramifications could be.
Will be.
I refuse to call Gabe because his advice is the worst, and all he does is give me shit.
Maybe M? My new therapist? Marvin? I don’t know. So I sit there and watch her roast her marshmallow and grin like she’s never done it before.
Maybe she hasn’t? I’m almost afraid to ask because she seems to get angry when things get personal.
"So…” I try anyway.
“Have you ever done this?”
Her face falls. What is this cracking in my chest feeling? What is this need to make it better?
“Not that I know of. Though I do remember one time being in the woods when I was young, I was playing tag, I ran, got chased, fell and scraped my knee, but that’s about it.”
I frown, that’s pretty descriptive for not knowing one’s own past. I remember the woods. I loved them. I loved the rain.
“How old were you?”
She shrugs like her memories don’t matter.
“No idea.”
I nod and tuck it away. What woods? Where? So many questions I should not even be asking an employee I have a full moon sex contract with.
Wow, when I say it that way in my head, it’s so much worse.
I grab my own marshmallow to distract myself and put it on the roaster, then show her how to do it right.
“You have to turn it just above the flame, let it heat and son of a bitch!” My marshmallow catches on a raging fire immediately. I panic. She rolls her eyes, grabs the stick, and then shoves it back into the fire.
“Oh.”
"You can’t just fling raging mallows!”
I smirk.
“Should we make a t-shirt for Gabe that says that?”
She bursts out laughing.
“The sad part is I think he would actually wear it and probably on casual Friday.”
“We have casual Friday?” I ask.
She gives me a teasing shove.
“Maybe if you weren’t so grumpy, you’d know that about your own company.”