Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 120029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 600(@200wpm)___ 480(@250wpm)___ 400(@300wpm)
I grab a ball I spot under the sofa and throw it through the open door to Nate’s bedroom. “Fetch!”
Lady makes a happy yap and bounces over the floor. As soon as she’s inside, I force my shadow behind her, then use it to shut the door. Because I’m not moving away from Nate for a second.
He cocks his head, licking those pouty lips. “Smooth. I knew you had more tricks up your sleeve,” he drawls, so very kissable in the flowing shirt he was wearing under the sweater. A shiver trails down my back when I spot the dark circle of his nipple through the fabric, and I lean down to lick it through the fine spider silk. Gloombane’s eel is forever frozen under Nate’s skin, a sad reminder of what my beloved has been through. Maybe one day it will be just a faint memory.
Nate moans. His body moves like a wave, and I squeeze his hips while poking at the little bud of flesh through damp fabric. “Oh, Tristan…”
“Oh, Nate,” I repeat. “You’ve got no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this.” I rock my hips to give him a taste or what’s to come. I remember how he yielded under me so beautifully, how he moaned and asked for more. The sliver of shadow that binds us only makes every touch and whine sweeter.
I roll his shirt up and dip my head under it so I can press my forehead to his chest. He’s still slim, but there’s none of that sickly thinness which made him look as if he was about to break. Every day, I’ll feed him so much cake he will never have to suffer hunger again.
He nips on my chin, hands fiddling with the buttons of my own top, but I couldn’t care less. I want this soft, warm skin that smells of the sun, and the sea, and the unique sweetness that is only Nate. The thread between us pulses with emotion, and while there’s so much heat in this moment, so much urgency, there’s an understanding in the way we’re holding one another. For once, we’re both fully present, because all pretense has crumbled, leaving us both ready to reconnect.
I groan when Nate pushes my shirt off and squeezes my back, as if enchanted by its texture. “You’re so sturdy… I bet you could dance with me all day.”
“You like that about me? That I can wrestle a bull for you?” I flex my muscles as I reach for the fastening of the loose pants he wears when at home. So many times I fantasized about how easy it would be to pull them off.
It gets me hotter by the second that he might want my cock inside him as much as I wish to fill him with my cum. Destiny or not, we just fit together. I have never wanted anyone this intensely, and he’s right here, under me.
He raises his hips to help me, and his hard cock bobs as I drag the fabric lower, revealing his lovely legs. I lean down, nipping and sucking on the soft, hairy flesh as he places both feet on my shoulders, shivering for more of my touch. “You put yourself between that bull and me. We were in danger, but I never felt so safe,” he rasps, kneading my flesh as I stroke his legs, hovering above his hard cock.
I realize that back then it didn’t even occur to me there was another option. I had to make sure Nate was safe. I just had to.
Just like I have to kiss the tip of his cock. Then lick the droplet of pre-cum.
“I promised,” I rasp. “You will always be safe by my side.”
I’ve been so preoccupied with him, so obsessed, I didn’t even consider looking for an outlet for this physical need in another person. How could I when Nate is all I can think about?
I run my hands up and down his thighs. Rumbles of fury roll through me every time I sense the long scar on his left leg, but I can’t kill Gloombane again, no matter how badly I wish to. All I can do is be there for Nate as his rock. And I can only hope that also involves my cock inside him every day.
He tastes so damn good.
Greedy. Rich. Desperate for more of my touch.
“Yes,” he whimpers, squeezing my hair as I rub my palm up and down, gently massaging his balls in the process. “You’re my hero. My knight in shining armor. And you’re real.”
I couldn’t have felt prouder. That’s who I want to be, and he sees the most perfect version of me. I failed him, but it will never happen again. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that to him if I must.