Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 127201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
Miguel exhaled, staring at Nero's burning eyes. They were as green and as difficult to read as a caiman’s. “Sometimes. But I’m not dying over your toothpaste.”
Nero snarled, shifting his weight on top of Miguel’s hips, which he was now straddling. “You dying or not is up to me now!”
The strong thighs tightened against Miguel, as if he wanted to make a point, but the pressure made cogs go backwards in Miguel’s brain, and he found himself overflowing with heat.
Knowing that the teeth were a vulnerable spot could prove useful in the future, but for now, he needed to talk the crazy fuck off the ledge.
“I can make it up to you.” He didn’t know how yet, but he’d think of something.
Nero snorted and was about to make a comment when the door burst open, and the Correas peeked in, freezing when they saw both of them on the floor.
Shame overcame Miguel like a cloud of smoke, choking him when Carlos’s mouth curved into a smirk.
“All right?” asked Ezra, but Nero waved them off, his powerful chest rising and falling above Miguel like the body of a caiman about to sink its teeth into vulnerable flesh.
Miguel grunted, but there was no way to keep his dignity. “Just a little disagreement.”
Ezra gestured to the ripped box. “What’s—?”
Nero pointed the gun at him. “Get the fuck out! Both of you!”
The cousins skittered away like roaches, leaving the kitchen silent.
Miguel's skin tingled everywhere when Nero rose. “Do they hurt?” He finally asked.
Nero kicked his thigh so hard Miguel had to bite his lip to keep from screaming. “None of your damn business,” he said and kneeled by the box to put the toothpaste back in. For someone who appeared so relaxed most days, even when about to make a kill, he was damn close to losing control. “This isn’t over,” he barked.
Miguel rubbed his thigh, fighting the urge to take hold of the switchblade and run it across Nero’s throat. As a Caiman, and especially as a Moreno, he would have deserved it. Miguel was on edge, and he wasn’t sure whether he should fight or run. “No? What are you gonna do? Bite me?”
He stretched his neck, sitting up with his back to the reptile to show that he wasn’t afraid. Clothes rustled, Nero’s knees hit the floor, and razor-sharp teeth closed on the exposed flesh of his shoulder from the back.
Miguel yelped in shock, but as he tried to escape, the teeth wouldn’t give, and the two of them struggled once more, this time with Nero stuck to him like a massive leech.
“Let go, you rabid dog!” Miguel growled and patted the floor in search for his knife. Blood dripped down his shoulder, yet instead of being worried about it, or focused on the pain, Miguel couldn’t help but notice his own heart pumping like mad when the scent of sweat mixed with the tartness of Nero’s cologne.
Nero growled, but didn’t open his jaws, and slid his hand up Miguel’s thigh at an unexpectedly tantalizing pace.
Hot and cold all over, Miguel froze, heaving against the tiles like a rabbit with its leg caught in snares. But were the snares Nero’s teeth or the lust Miguel refused to acknowledge?
The thick fingers stopped an inch from his cock, turning Miguel’s whole body into a throbbing dick waiting to be caressed. And then, the teeth opened.
He moaned.
He fucking moaned, as if awakened from a dream in which pain mingled with desire. Looked like they both had something to be ashamed of now. He crawled away in panic, desperate to hide his erection.
“You’re a fucking psycho!” he yelled and tossed the piece of Styrofoam that must have fallen out of the package at Nero.
It hit the tattooed chest, but Nero didn’t seem to care, watching Miguel with a wide grin colored by blood that also drizzled down his chin. “And you’re gay, Miguel.”
Miguel stared at the monster in silence, willing his dick out of existence. He got up sideways in a desperate attempt to shield his crotch from the intense gaze of deep green eyes. His face burned so much it made the pain in his shoulder feel irrelevant.
“You are too—I mean, you are. I mean, you’re gay, so don’t throw that shit at me like an insult!” He hated that Nero managed to get under his skin in more ways than one.
Nero shook his head without losing the smile. He rose and stepped closer, prompting Miguel to move back. “It’s not an insult. I can show you how fun it can be.”
“Not with teeth like that,” Miguel spat for maximum damage, and stormed off, ready to be shot in the back. Every man had his limits.
“I could wear a mouthguard for you!” Nero hollered, following him like an annoying child who wouldn’t take no for an answer.