Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 443(@200wpm)___ 354(@250wpm)___ 295(@300wpm)
I think I found something. There’s this article online about one of the paintings. It says it’s being displayed prominently in the home of Julie Moore, the Broadway star. Not sure why this is just landing on my radar.
Maddox… that’s a Garlic Article. That newspaper is satire. The article is a joke.
Oh. Haha. I guess that’s why the next article over was titled: Pomeranian Shifters All Over America Unionize Against Being Called ‘Cutie Patooties’.
Lol.
That’s probably why we make the perfect team. :)
I had actually laughed out loud at that, which was rare for me to do.
Team.
Felt like I had a team in my little brother and family. Felt that team be torn away from me, ripped out of my life as if by the talons of a Shade. Ever since then, I’d been searching for something similar.
That text exchange left me smiling for hours, even when Jared and his friends took over the living room to play quite literally the loudest fucking video game that likely ever existed.
Didn’t matter, though. I kept smiling.
It didn’t take long for the conversation to shift, though. Maddox initiated it with a single but loaded text that dinged into my phone just as I was climbing into bed for the night.
Are you getting tired?
I checked the time. It was close to midnight. I had stayed late in the office, trying to figure out how I was going to break the news about dropping the case to Peter. It was just too risky. I couldn’t be the one to hand-deliver the rest of the paintings directly to the Crimson Ring. No. We had to go solo on this, just Maddox and I. We’d find the paintings and destroy them. Or, at the very least, find the one already in the Crimson Ring’s possession. It wasn’t the easiest of tasks, but the importance of it began to feel heavier and heavier on my chest.
Niazatos, the Chaos King, could never be allowed to return. And it looked like Maddox and I were currently at the forefront of making sure that never happened.
No pressure. No pressure at all.
Yeah. Just about to go to bed.
Wish you were coming to mine instead.
And then a picture came immediately after. Maddox had taken it, the phone likely propped on his chest. His massive thighs took up most of the photo. He was lying on top of the covers, legs open, feet bare. The image cut off right before I could see if he was wearing any underwear or not.
Although I had a strong hunch he wasn’t.
Fuck. My cock stiffened. I gave myself a tug and weighed out my options. Did I entertain the sext, or did I go to bed and reply in the morning? Maddox was intriguing, in a multitude of ways. Not only was he a powerful and handsome man with the ability to turn into a regal sapphire-blue dragon, but he was also funny and kind (when he wasn’t holding ice daggers against my throat), and he had a good heart. That part was very clear to me. Maddox, regardless of his faults, always operated with good intentions. He only attacked me because he was protecting his family, and he was originally hunting these paintings so he could grant one last wish to his dying friend. It didn’t get much more pure at heart than that.
But would replying only muddy the waters between us? Our goal—to keep the Chaos King imprisoned—felt so much larger than the both of us, than the silly little needs that currently made my core tighten and my dick twitch. The responsible thing to do would be silencing my phone and falling asleep, keeping the relationship between Maddox and me platonic. At least until we recovered and destroyed the paintings.
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Show me how bad you want me in your bed 😈
The next response came swiftly. A single photo and one that made me involuntarily moan.
I was right. Maddox wasn’t wearing any underwear. He had his hand wrapped around the base of his thick cock. The pink head glistened with precum, making me wish I were there to lick it up. I wanted to trace the veins down his shaft, burying my nose in that soft crown of dark hair, filling my senses with him.
I didn’t go to bed for another couple of hours, and when I did hit the pillow, I did it with a smile and empty balls. Even through the phone, Maddox had made me come twice, sending me photos and videos that were set to go down in Spank Bank history as some of the hottest fucking things I’d ever seen.
The next morning started off early, and surprisingly, I wasn’t very tired. I rolled out of bed still smiling, giving Lily some good neck and horn scratches before I clicked on her hot pink leash and walked her around the neighborhood. The sun was only just beginning to crack through the dark blue and purple morning sky. The tall and skinny palm trees that lined my hilly street looked like sentinels clocking in for their next shift. I stopped underneath one as Lily sniffed at a particularly interesting spot. I scrolled mindlessly through my phone as I waited for her to read the neighborhood bulletin board, although it only took me a minute or two before I was swiping out of my app and into my photo album.