Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
I slid my hips back, which gave me a few millimeters of peace, but Twink grunted and pushed his ass against my cock yet again. I thought that initial pressure would be the worst of it, but he began rocking, as though his body was itching for me to satisfy the same spot I had last night. I swallowed, working to get thoughts of pushing into him out of my mind.
I was desperately trying to keep from climaxing, which proved such a task that I broke into a sweat. When I thought I was past the worst of it, he moaned softly, reminding me too much of the way he sounded when I was playing with his prostate. I shook him gently. “Twink…Twink.”
As he came to life, his ass pushed back even more, and I gritted my teeth as I grew even closer to release.
“Please wake up.”
He finally stirred, and as he rolled toward me, I eased my tentacle’s grip around him.
His ass pulled away from me. I felt physical distress, but also relief to see his beautiful face again, the smile that so effortlessly tugged across his face…before twisting downward.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“You kept pushing your ass up against me, and—”
His gaze traveled to my cock, his eyes widening. “Oh, good morning to you too.”
As he looked back into my eyes, I sensed the pride he felt at being responsible for what he’d done to me.
“Thank you for staying the night,” he said.
“Thank you for letting me. If that’s what a date is, then I think I want to do it more often.”
“More often with…?” he pressed.
“More often with the fucking?”
He closed his eyes, laughing. “I was setting you up to say with me, but you’re cute when you don’t get where I’m going with things.”
“Oh…I assumed it was a given that I would be doing it with you.”
“I know, but humans like to hear it. Well, this human likes to hear it, at least.”
“In that case, I would like to do this all again…with you.”
He beamed before leaning close and taking a quick kiss. “Thank you, Daddy. So I guess you’re staying for waffles again?”
“I would like that.”
“Me too.” He rested his hand against my chest, his fingers tickling against the hairs as he said, “I think we should have a lot more waffle mornings. At least, until you have to leave.”
It was something I haven’t allowed myself to consider since we hooked up last night. I should have wised up before allowing him to swallow me, but I’d caved to my greedy Furker nature. Now when I looked at him, all I could think was how pleased I was to have him filled with my seed, as it moved through his body, as though such a simple fluid exchange could make him totally and completely mine.
“Twink, there is something I need to tell you.” I hadn’t wanted to spoil our good evening with this, but I was compelled to be honest with him.
“Yes?”
“There is something I need to warn you about.”
“Alien STDs?” he asked, cringing.
“What? No. Furkers have very impressive immune responses, so that won’t be an issue. But I did want to mention something else we experience. We have an ability to bond with our mates—it seals us with them.”
“Like imprinting?”
“I’m not sure I understand this word in the context you’re using it.”
“I used to read these stories online…gay stuff with shifters, especially wolves, and they would imprint on their mates. It was similar to what you’re talking about. Could be something they control, but sometimes not.”
“Yes, it’s like that. I could feel the impulse rising within me last night. I was able to control it, but the strength of the desire suggests how drawn to you I am.”
“But you also did this with your other exes, so it doesn’t sound as strong as what I’m thinking of.” He sounded almost disappointed by that, as though he wished it were stronger, which only assured me he didn’t really understand.
“It is,” I explained. “And it can only be unsealed when my mate mates with another, which has happened to me in nonmonogamous cultures, or when there’s a deep betrayal, as was the case with my last ex, who simply wanted me as a means to generate more offspring.”
Again, I was surprised by how this set him at ease. “So it’s a little different than imprinting, but I get the idea. You don’t happen to knot, do you?”
“Knot? I know that word, but again, it seems you’re using it in a context I don’t understand.”
He chuckled. “Doubt you’d be the only one. It’s also in shifter books I read. Basically, means your dick would expand while inside someone, and like with imprinting, sometimes you can control it, and sometimes you don’t.”
“Oh, yes, in my Furker form, I can do that.”