Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100086 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 334(@300wpm)
I don’t know how long we ride for, but with my hands against his chest, I’m so much warmer than before, even if still wet. I open my eyes for longer than a split second when we slow down.
Corvus stops the horse in front of a snowed-over cabin. It looks ancient, and the porch on one side seems to be crumbling, but it does still stand. Is this a secret garage, where Corvus is hiding his limo? Does it mark an underground bunker?
I don’t get to ponder it any more before my savior prompts me to dismount. The damn hell horse is so tall I freak out a bit on my way down, but in the end my feet hit the ground, and I manage not to fall over.
Corvus slides off with the grace of a gymnast and quickly ties the animal to a ring attached to the wall of the cabin. I’m next to be dealt with. He grabs the front of my jacket and pulls me inside the dusty cabin.
“You will stay here—”
But I don’t let him finish. “The fuck is this? You knew how this hunt would look like. I don’t stand a chance!”
Corvus squints at me, then pulls off his balaclava, revealing a flushed face. “Well, I’m here now, am I not?”
Fuck he’s handsome. High-class asshole. Just my type.
I huff in frustration, taking a quick glance around the single-room cabin with bare necessities, frosted windows, and a log burner. It looks like no one’s been here in months.
I try to give him the benefit of the doubt and crack my neck with agitation. “So what? You’re gonna help me?”
Corvus sheds his gloves next, even though the cabin is as cold as a freezer. His hair is still messy from being tucked under the balaclava, and the rosy flush on his cheeks reminds me of the way he writhed as I fucked him, whimpering my name as if I was his new chief deity.
“Yes. You will just need to stay here for about a week,” he tells me matter-of-factly.
My heart erupts with hope. I’m gonna live. Do I look forward to a week in this frozen jail? No, but unlike the other fuckers, I won’t die poisoned, vomiting my guts out into the snow.
I step closer and slide my freezing hands over his smooth face. “Anything in particular made you change your mind?” I’m surprised by how raspy my voice comes out. I guess I’m just that excited.
He wants me. This handsome, classy guy thinks I’m worth keeping alive despite his family’s wishes. I’m simply too hot to waste on a hunt. Did he sense the same connection between us as I did last night? As I pumped my dick into his warm, willing insides, all I could think of was how much I’d love to do that over and over again.
He was so tense, so very embarrassed by his needs, and all I want is to peel off all the layers to taste his raw insides.
Corvus blinks, leaning back like a spooked animal. “We don’t have time for chats…”
“Hope we have time for this though,” I say and go right in for a kiss, greedy to taste his soft lips again. I love how he yields. It makes my dick hard even in the wet jeans. I wrap my arms around his waist, so he can’t pull away, and use my tongue to show him what I want.
The hunt might as well be a figment of my imagination, because I already see him on hands and knees on the dusty bed in the corner, letting me cream his tight pink hole this time.
He gasps, molding his body to mine despite the claims he’s just made, and while he’s been outside too, his skin feels supple, warm, like the flesh of a peach.
His lips open, he licks along the seam of my mouth, shivering, as if this is what he’s truly saved me for.
“I only have a moment,” he mumbles, and before I can respond, he slides down and lands on his knees. The shuttered windows let in very little light, but it’s bright enough for me to see his head in front of my crotch, right before he seeks the shape of my cock with his mouth.
Holy hell. He’s fucking perfect like this, and I can’t open my jeans fast enough. My mind is a one-way street to coming down his throat as I look into his eyes. And I didn’t even need to ask. This is what he wants. This is what he’s saved me for.
I should probably be offended that I’m just a hot body to him, but I’ll take that if that is the reason he spares my life.
“All yours,” I whisper as I pull my pants down to let my cock out, and I’m already getting hard for his pretty lips.