Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Aurelia drops her head back on the mat and relaxes. “Okay.”
And that’s how we all fall asleep—Seth holding onto his Sunshine for dear life, Thorin nestled deep inside his wolf, and me guarding my Goldilocks against anything and anyone that might ruin this piece of happiness we’ve stolen for ourselves.
Our second chance.
AURELIA
The sun hasn’t finished rising yet, so the frost and fog on the kitchen window block most of my view of the wilds.
A curl is stuck to my sweat-slicked cheek as my fingers sink into the dough I let sit out all night. The counter and my hands are covered in flour with a homestead recipe book open next to me as I attempt to make homemade artisan bread from scratch.
Like my last three attempts, it’s not going well—mostly because I’ve been distracted from the start.
The culprit swirls his hot, wet tongue between my legs, and the hold my teeth have on my bottom lip gives. A low moan slips free, but it seems loud inside the quiet cabin.
It’s still early in the morning. I thought I’d have an hour to myself—long enough to finish the bread at least—before one of them woke to harass and molest me.
It’s hard to feel put out about it when I’m moments from coming.
As if he knows and wants to extend my torture, Seth lifts his head while his fingers continue to work in and out of my cunt.
“How’s that, Sunshine?”
“Amazing,” I answer, panting. “Until you stopped.”
Chuckling, his warm breath skates over my pussy and sends a tingle down to my toes. Seth groans like a man starving when I wiggle my ass in demand, and then he goes back to making good on the least frightening wish he made at the lake.
With Seth fingering my pussy at the same time he’s eating my ass, I double over the counter and flour and dough and come with a string of expletives and pleas spilling out of my mouth.
I stay where I am while I wait for my legs to stop shaking, and so does Seth—on his knees behind me—while he sinks his teeth into the plump curves of my ass. I know that when I survey my body later, I’ll see the tokens each of them left behind—Seth’s teeth marks, Khalil’s handprints, and the scrapes from Thorin’s stubble between my thighs.
Straightening, I turn to face Seth as he rises to his feet.
“Do you have it?” I ask as soon as he’s towering over me.
“Open.”
Parting my lips, I stick out my tongue, and Seth uses the same fingers he had stuffed inside my cunt to carefully place a tiny pink pill on my tongue. He draws his hand back at the same time I hear someone heading this way, so I swallow it immediately.
“Thank you. Best boyfriend ever.”
Seth’s eyes sparkle like I knew they would. “Don’t mention it.”
This has been our secret routine since the day we returned to the cabin a week ago. My mountain men agreed to no more punishments, but I should have known they’d have a workaround. They wouldn’t punish me for being bad, but they were dead set on making me work for the rewards.
When Seth dangled my birth control in front of me under the guise of curiosity, I couldn’t believe it. I also had the feeling Thorin and Khalil weren’t aware that he had it since he waited until they went to meet with the sheriff about the drifters.
I told Seth I would do anything for the pills, so he made me put my money where my mouth is—literally.
The first pill was in exchange for a blow job that ended with a money shot. I traded letting him massage my feet for the second pill, which I hadn’t minded at all. I have no idea if the pills will be effective after missing so many days, but for my peace of mind, I have to believe they will.
“I’m going to go shower,” he says before kissing my cheek and giving my ass, which he just had his face between, a squeeze.
He passes Khalil on the way out of the kitchen, and I brace myself for more demands. My mountain men aren’t just feral. They’re insatiable.
Khalil notices me through sleepy eyes and prowls over to cradle my face in both hands before giving me a kiss. “Morning, Goldilocks.”
God, his voice, still rough and heavy from sleep—not to mention his unbound and unkempt hair hanging around his broad shoulders—pools liquid heat inside my belly.
“Morning.”
“What are you doing up so early?”
“Making bread. Being a good housewife.”
Still holding my face, his arresting brown eyes peer over my shoulder at the messy counter. “You know you don’t have to do this stuff anymore. No more indentured servitude, remember?”
“I know. I wanted to.”
And because I realized just how easy it is to get bored out here without Wi-Fi, phones, or even a television. I need something to do, or I might break my promise and run for the nearest exit. Besides, I don’t mind as much now that they’re not making me.