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)
“What the fuckin’ hell?” Dustin gritted as all-consuming pleasure built between his thighs.
Notalus’ jaws were unforgiving as he sucked like his life depended on it. Dustin caressed Notalus’ scruffy cheek, his palm gliding down his face and around his throat, fingering the erotic pulsing of Adam’s apple.
“Yes, yes, fuck yeah. Show me how much you like pleasing your alpha,” Dustin encouraged when he saw Notalus begin to frantically hoist up his long tunic and shove one hand down the front of his pants.
Dustin growled as the smell of Notalus’ heady arousal assaulted his senses. His titan was getting off as if sucking him turned him on so much that he had to find release. God yes. This was all Dustin ever wanted from a partner. Attraction, respect, loyalty, and more than anything, acceptance of who he truly was.
Ecstasy pooled in his groin, and fire streaked between his legs as Dustin’s orgasm slammed into him without warning. Notalus swallowed repeatedly with each spasm that racked Dustin’s body, his own hips bucking at an erratic pace as he groaned loudly, vibrating the base of Dustin’s cock while his hand jerked inside his pants.
His orgasm soared to a sweltering bliss, and Notalus didn’t release him until he was well spent and beyond sensitive. Dustin struggled not to squeeze his eyes closed as his titan let his cock slide from between his swollen lips, inch by torturous inch. Notalus didn’t give him a chance to tuck himself away before he climbed back onto his lap. He was winded, his chest panting. All of that warm ivory skin was flushed a beautiful pale pink, and Notalus’ clothes were disheveled, his hair tousled making him appear almost human for a moment.
Penetrating bronze eyes found his and held him captive. Dustin concentrated on the countless emotions that swam within those deep orbs, recognizing a few of them, one in particular making warmth bloom in his chest.
“Tonight, you will bed in my chambers.” Notalus’ intimate whisper sent a barrage of quills across the back of his neck. “Tonight, you shall have your submission, Alpha.”
The way Notalus purred the sexy declaration on the wind and sent it caressing the side of his face made him want to flip his fiancé over and lay him down on the blanket of colored leaves and bury his cock and canines inside of him right then and there.
Notalus
When a Titan Wants, He Does Not Stand on Ceremony
“Your alpha has once again refused all assistance… even his bath, Majesty,” Iulien groused as they walked down the great hall toward the grand staircase.
Notalus could only smile because he adored everything about his alpha, even his stubbornness. “He’ll come around, Iulien. Patience, old friend.”
Iulien was a Galin, a descendant of the Greek service god, Galinthias. A people that thrived on services just as the heavenly gods survived on praises and prayers.
“I certainly hope so, my lord. It would be a great honor to serve him,” Iulien said almost wistfully.
Notalus stood at the top of the landing and watched Dustin waiting for him at the bottom. He was staring at one of the many tapestries adorning the foyer that’d been gifted to them by various gods, goddesses, saints, celestials, and other deities that had visited his kingdom.
“He will make a fine lord consort,” Iulien whispered as Notalus watched his betrothed in silence. He was again freshly showered and shaved, his thick beard immaculately groomed, all on his own. He was a sight to behold, wearing his house’s royal colors.
“I believe he will.” Notalus began to descend the stairs with Iulien close behind. “Is everyone in the dining hall?”
“Apologies, my lord, but Prince Theodor has requested the court dine in his private residence this evening. He contends that the alpha needs more time to get acquainted with his new surroundings and with his betrothed.”
Notalus exhaled in obvious relief. His son was always looking out for his best interests, and he couldn’t have been more spot-on with his decision. Notalus and Dustin did need more time alone before he was officially announced to the court and before the ritual that would bind them for life.
Notalus walked straight into Dustin’s outstretched arms and was embraced in a firm squeeze before Dustin reared up and captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, damning whoever was watching. He allowed his alpha to control the kiss, let Dustin capture his chin and tilt his head at just the angle he wanted him. No one interrupted them; his courtier and personal guards waited until they finally broke apart with panting breaths. Notalus was beginning to think that Dustin was enjoying being himself and letting his alpha side out.
Iulien cleared his throat and bowed slightly toward Dustin. “I trust everything in your private quarters was arranged to your satisfaction, Lord Consort.”
“Yes.” Dustin nodded. “I had everything I needed and more. I’ve never seen so many soaps, shampoos, and smell-goods in one bathroom. You don’t have to put all that in my room. Just a simple bar of soap is enough.”