Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 171(@200wpm)___ 137(@250wpm)___ 114(@300wpm)
Notalus barely got the words past his lips before Dustin pulled him to his mouth and kissed him with all of the passion and appreciation he could muster. All of his life, he’d felt like an outcast, a freak who loved being around plants more than he liked running with a pack. Dustin was treated like a lesser wolf because he was an alpha that didn’t desire a pack. He was big and imposing, with the temperament of an omega. He never thought he’d find a mate now that he was over fifty, but fate had finally smiled down on him.
“Mmmm,” Notalus moaned into his mouth, climbing onto him and straddling his lap. He was so broad and confident, making Dusting shudder from the feel of his heavy weight pressing into him. “Stay with me, Dustin. I want this from you always. Marry me and be my consort. Be my alpha.”
Dustin growled in response, his wolf liking and agreeing with Notalus’ plea. He swept his tongue into Notalus’ mouth, shifting the kiss from soft to owning.
“Say yes,” Notalus begged, grinding on top of him and distracting him from the proposal. “Do not deny me.”
“I will never deny you,” Dustin panted as the kiss grew hotter, his cock swelling painfully in his light pants. He tangled his hands in Notalus’ long hair, curling his fists around the thick tresses to position his mouth how he wanted it across his own.
Notalus paused, his eyes heavy with lust. Dustin brushed his thumb over the soft pillow of Notalus’ bottom lip, nodding in agreement to everything he’d asked of him and all that he was about to. “I will be honored to be your consort, Notalus. Your husband, your partner, your mate… your alpha.” Dustin touched their foreheads together, inhaling in his titan’s heavenly immortal scent that made him dizzy with heady intoxication. He dragged his hands from Notalus’ silky hair, caressing his muscular arms and encircling his waist until he was grasping his hips.
“I will never fail you, Dustin. You will never have a need not met or a wish unfulfilled,” Notalus promised between fevered kisses as warm fingers wove through his beard, his hard body grinding down on his swollen shaft.
Dustin clutched Notalus’ hips, slowing him to a languid grind, making his eyes roll back in his head. “But will you submit to me? To my wolf.”
Notalus was still for a long moment. “I am a lord and a titan. I do not submit or surrender to anyone,” he breathed, his chest panting against Dustin’s. Notalus’ mouth was saying no, but his body, his mannerisms, the way he was tilting his head back and to the side was saying fuck yes. Dustin would give him a moment to get accustomed to the idea, but his mate would submit. His glare bored into Notalus, his wolf just below the surface growling with persistence.
“I know who and what you are, titan.” Dustin’s voice dropped ten octaves, his tone laced with ownership and control. “And you will submit.”
It wasn’t a threat… it was merely an observation.
Notalus let out a pained groan as his eyes locked with Dustin’s, the need in them unmistakable. Notalus began to ease off his lap, and Dustin spread his legs wide as his betrothed settled between them. This was the second time he had the powerful lord on his knees before him, and it was just as thrilling and unreal as the first. Notalus held their intense eye contact while he lifted Dustin’s tunic and loosed the drawstring on his pants.
Dustin arched the moment his cock was released, and the cool bite of the autumn air caressed his shaft. For the first time in his adult life, Dustin wasn’t ashamed as his cock was stroked and nuzzled like a blessed scepter.
“Fuck, Notalus.”
Anticipation of that hot mouth and Notalus’ deep throat constricting around him as he swallowed him to the base had him leaking already. Notalus licked his full lips, making them glisten before he opened them wide and took the head into his mouth. He sucked and flicked his tongue around the thick ridge in a way that made Dustin’s toes curl in his boots. Notalus teased him like that mercilessly, nibbling and pulling at his heavy sac. Notalus was far too good at this, and Dustin tried not to think of how he’d got so good.
All that mattered was he would be the last.
Notalus tasted him with long, slow, deliberate licks of his length before he took all of him. Dustin bucked against soft lips, wanting to thrust but also loving how Notalus held his hips down so that he couldn’t. His mate was strong and formidable—his submission would be that much sweeter.
Notalus bobbed up and down on his cock with noisy slurps as if he was ravenous for his taste. Dustin curled over Notalus and smoothed his hands up and down his back, his palms gliding over firm, defined muscles. He threw his head back while his soon-to-be mate buried the head of his cock deep down his throat.