Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 702(@200wpm)___ 562(@250wpm)___ 468(@300wpm)
His thighs make the best ear muffs when they close around me. He tastes… good. Great even. Salty, without a hint of bitterness. I stroke the soft, hot skin of his legs as I take all of his cock in with ease.
I barely move my head twice before he shoots his load, hips rising off the bedding. He’s muffling his moans, but I still hear him panting. I glance up to see his back arched, his flushed chest and stiff pink nipples. Even sweaty, he smells only of the fresh scent of soap and his own aroma that’s like nothing I’ve ever sensed on a man. I’m no poet but it’s like moonlight seeped into his skin.
“Perfection,” I mumble, crawling back up with my lips tasting of him. He’s still trembling, gasping for air as I cradle him close and kiss his cheek.
It feels good to lie down to sleep together.
So damn good.
He’s so tiny in my arms I already feel protective of him. He’s lovely, absolutely lovely, and doesn’t even pull down his nightshirt, so I can be his big spoon and press my dick to that pretty peach.
I kiss the back of his head like he’s my kitten. Kiss the pointy ears, cuddle him to my chest, overwhelmed by how much I’ve missed someone so sweet in my embrace.
I can make a little detour to Boston. Why not? And then take him with me to Canada. After all, he doesn’t seem to have a lot going for him here. An evening shift at Best Burgers Bonanza, no car, and a room he claims to rent even though I think he’s just hiding that he lives with his mom.
I know what my family would say, but it’s not kidnapping if he agrees to go.
Chapter 6
Sylvan
Istart, unsure what’s going on. A massive arm is wrapped around me, and my first thought is that I’m being abducted, and I need to—
But then I remember. Not just who I’m with but what I did, and the naked body of a man pressing against me makes it abundantly clear. At night, I even got undressed to feel him closer. I’m a little embarrassed of how I lost control and handed myself over to carnal pleasure. It’s not the way I usually act, but Hawk opened me as if I was a clam to be devoured raw.
I would describe our sex as transcendent.
Never have I felt so at peace with losing control. He awakened a side of me that has lain dormant, forgotten among important matters like trying not to lose my life to court intrigue or attempting to find a way of proving myself useful and worthy of respect.
But there it is. The need to be hugged.
My heart is a little tender, as if it got bruised by all the manhandling last night, but I find comfort in hugging Hawk’s massive arm and curl deeper into his embrace, pressing my back to his hairy chest. I’m so excited for him to become my Dark Companion. Not just because his shadow should allow me to complete feats previously unheard of, but also because… well, the sex was incredible.
Not everyone’s Dark Companion bond is intimate in nature, so I am beyond lucky for this human to be such a good match for me. I don’t know yet how I will use my future power to restore my position at the Nocturne Court, but I know my return from banishment will be spectacular.
Once the Lord sees our combined might, he will have to welcome me back. My mother will never again call my shadowcraft crippled. And with a man like Hawk at my side, the courtiers and servants will no longer gossip behind my back about how I won’t ever find a suitable match. They might whisper about what goes on in our bedroom, but at the end of the day, the power of Hawk’s shadow will remain a convenient excuse for why I, the last prince from the Goldweed bloodline have tied my life to a man who is so clearly pursuing me, not the other way around.
When Hawk hums and tightens his arms around me, I’m struck by how foreign this is. I have never before procured any lovers, paid or otherwise, so this whole thing feels new, and not just in the carnal sense. I haven’t been touched like this in a very long time, since my nanny was scolded for coddling me many, many years ago. She never hugged me again thereafter, and while I have shaken people’s hands, or given them pats on the back, physical touch has become intimidating over time.
Not with Hawk. Not anymore at least.
His body produces almost too much heat for my comfort, but I bear with it, because I want to keep enjoying his touch until he’s awake. I even kiss his knuckles, wondering if his tattoos have any meaning.