Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Jules glared at him, more than a little baffled. “How are you not jealous?” he said. It was kind of insulting, actually.
“I was,” Devlin said, his eyes darkening. One of his hands moved down Jules’s neck, stroking it with his knuckles and making him shiver uncontrollably. His claws were so close. “It drove me crazy every time I thought of another alpha touching you, scenting you, knotting you. But I told myself it didn’t matter: that I may not have been the first, but I’ll be your last. I’ll be the one whose mark you’ll have all your life, I’ll be the one who’ll breed you.”
Jules wet his dry lips again, his heart pounding.
“But you know what?” Devlin said, leaning to his ear and biting the sensitive earlobe. Jules gasped as Devlin licked it. “It still drove me nuts. Do you have any idea how badly I wanted to sink my teeth into your throat, stuff you full of my cock, and knock you up? I think I wanted it even when I was in denial—while I was courting Liam.” He chuckled darkly, nuzzling Jules’s cheek. “I’m not proud of it, but I would’ve wanted it even if I married Liam. That’s why I couldn’t help choosing you—I couldn’t do that to you. I don’t trust myself, not when it comes to you. I wouldn’t have been able to stay away. I’d still come to your room at night, rub my scent all over you, then have you take my cock, every night.”
A whine left Jules’s mouth, his eyelids growing heavier and his hole wetter. Devlin cupped him between his legs. “Look how hard the idea makes you,” he said hoarsely. “You wouldn’t have turned me away. You would have spread your legs for me like the slutty little thing you are, no matter how wrong it would be. Because you’d be slick for me, all the damn time.” Devlin’s hand slid lower, stroking his soaked hole through his pants. “Fuck, look at you. You’re drenched.”
“Devlin, please,” Jules gritted out, grinding his aching hole against the hand. He wanted more.
“Slut,” Devlin said gently, lovingly, nipping him on the jaw. “Anyone with a cock would do, right? Even an ugly, beastly Xeus. Did it turn you on being fucked by a wild, strange alpha?”
Jules whined again, his head spinning, his eyes closing.
“It did, didn’t it? You must have been receptive, or the mark wouldn’t have taken. I bet his fur felt good against your nipples.”
Jules moaned, grinding against Devlin’s hand shamelessly. He just needed a little more… a little more…
“No, sweetheart,” Devlin said, taking his hand away. His claws ripped his pants to shreds. “The full moon is almost here. I’ll transform any moment now. Get naked, lie back on my bed, and close your eyes.”
Trembling, Jules did as he was told.
The sheets were cool and soft against his overheated skin, and he almost moaned from how good it felt. He was so slick and hard, he wanted to touch himself badly. But he squeezed his eyes shut and waited.
“Spread your legs,” Devlin commanded hoarsely.
Jules obliged, blushing.
After a few moments, he heard a low growl, and the scent of an alpha suddenly spiked in the room, delicious and overwhelming. It still smelled like Devlin, just much stronger and baser. He must have shifted fully.
Jules shivered, stroking his aching cock.
There was another low growl and then he felt furry cheeks between his thighs. And then there was a tongue licking his hole, again and again, before pushing into him—
Jules cried out, his body arching as he came, just like that, his cock spurting his jizz everywhere. But the tongue didn’t stop: it was absolutely relentless, delving deep into him, deeper and deeper, so damn good and rough, oh fuck, more, more—
Jules came again, moaning loudly. Yet somehow it wasn’t enough. He wanted Devlin’s cock. He wanted his knot.
“Fuck me,” he demanded breathlessly.
The tongue finally stopped torturing him, and Jules nearly sobbed, his hole clenching over nothing. So fucking empty.
When a thick cockhead pressed against his opening, Jules pushed back eagerly.
But Devlin held him still, his clawed hands’ grip almost too painful on his hips. It shouldn’t have aroused him so much, the danger of being shredded to pieces.
Shivering, Jules opened his eyes—
And stared.
His hand shaking, he touched the Xeus’s face, tracing his lightly furred cheeks, and his sharp, angular jaw. “It’s you,” he whispered, feeling stunned, delighted—and more than a little confused. His Xeus was alive. His Xeus was his Devlin. He still smelled like Devlin, not like his first mate, but it was undeniably him. Devlin was his Xeus. Now Devlin’s strange reaction made sense, but he was going to kill Devlin for not telling him immediately.
Before he could express his annoyance, Devlin moved, thrusting hard into him.
Jules groaned, his body jerking as he was finally filled. So full. So fucking good.