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)
Good. It wasn’t a dream.
They were all there. Photos of Maddox spreading his ass, videos of him slapping his juicy cock against his open palm, audio recordings of him saying all the dirty things he wanted to do to me.
“Morning, Caleb!”
The surprise greeting startled me. It was my neighbor, Rachel, still in her curlers with a cup of steaming tea in her hands. I fumbled to lock my phone screen but instead dropped it down onto the dirt. It landed with the screen facing up, the bounce against the floor having upped the volume so that Maddox’s growly voice sounded loud throughout the quiet morning.
“Yeah, I’ll fill you with my cock—” I snatched the phone back up and smashed down on the volume button.
“Sorry, uh, I was, um, listening to an audiobook.”
“Oh,” Rachel said, giving me a knowing look. “I didn’t realize you liked those kind of books. I’ve got some good recs for you, then.”
Thankfully, Rachel believed my cover story and proceeded to give me a list of spicy books that rivaled the length of a CVS receipt. I promised her I’d listen to at least a few before I excused myself, the embarrassment of the moment still eating away at me. It didn’t escape me that if I had any actual handle over my powers, I could have whipped up a quick illusion and made my phone display a recipe for carrot cake instead of cock and balls.
Alas. I couldn’t, and I didn’t.
“Come on, Lily. I have to go drown myself in the shower.”
I made it back to my apartment and into the shower without spontaneously combusting. The shower helped reset me, although I was still getting hit with waves of secondhand embarrassment as I got ready, tugging on a pair of black shorts and a white V-neck T-shirt. The waves only intensified as I drove my exposed ass down to Malibu, grateful that it was the middle of the workday and traffic wasn’t as bad as it usually was. I pulled up to the shop Maddox wanted to meet at, nabbing one of the last parking spots and feeling as though my luck was turning around when I saw the meter still had time left.
The Magic Box was owned by Claire Rose, the same family friend of the Blackthornes who had brought out that Marvels Against Humanity card game back when I first met them. It was a cute spot, painted in pale blue with large windows that showed off an impressive assortment of crystals and tonics, the glittering pink and red liquids swirling inside their ornate glass vials as if being stirred by an invisible hand. Gas lamps were lit on either side of the entrance, the flames barely visible under the bright spring sun. The beach was just across the street, the refreshing ocean breeze drifting in and throwing me right back to the days we’d come as kids. My little brother loved the sand, and he started to learn how to surf the summer before he died.
Wild to me how a simple scent could bring on such a rush of memories and emotions. Even when the scent wasn’t exactly how you remembered it.
It smelled like lavender and leather and… wait, nope, that wasn’t the ocean.
That was Maddox’s cologne, which I only realized when his big arms wrapped around me from behind in a surprise hug.
“I missed you,” he said into my ear, his breath hot. A delicious shiver traveled down my spine.
“It’s only been a few days,” I said as I tried to play it cool. “Don’t you live for something like 300 years? Five days must feel like nothing to you.”
“Not when I could have been fooling around with you for those five days.”
I slipped out of his hug and turned around, the burly icy dragon nearly blocking out the sunlight from how tall and wide he was. And handsome. Couldn’t forget handsome.
Fuck, handsome didn’t even really cut it. The man was beautiful. His short dark hair must have been freshly cut, his beard also trimmed down and shaped to highlight the perfect lines of his perfect face. The sapphire-blue scales above his eyebrow glittered just as much as the two silver necklaces he wore, one made up of thicker links than the other. I remembered how soft his scales felt under my fingertips, when I trailed them over the line on his hip, continuing, reaching down between his legs, holding his full balls in my hand.
“Call me next time,” I said, turning away before I popped a full-on camping tent in my shorts.
“I did. And text you. I’ll send over a carrier owl.”
“That’d be cute.” I walked with Maddox to the front of the store just as two emerald-eyed fae walked out, crystals clinking in the soft pink bags they carried. “I’m allergic to owls, though.”