Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 161615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 808(@200wpm)___ 646(@250wpm)___ 539(@300wpm)
But nothing else.
Not her body.
Not her intimacy.
Not the sounds she made when pleasure took her.
That belonged to my brother alone.
And I had to accept that.
Hmmm.
I closed my eyes.
Perhaps, the dream had been a warning. A reminder of how easily desire could twist into something destructive and make you fall to your death.
I was in pain—that was part of it. Nura's death had hollowed me out, left a void in my chest that screamed to be filled.
And Nyomi was warmth. Nyomi was comfort. Nyomi was everything soft and good in a world that had been nothing but sharp edges and blood for as long as I could remember.
Of course my starving heart reached for her.
But I wouldn't allow selfishness or loneliness to poison what my brother had found. Wouldn't let my own pain become an excuse to take something that wasn't mine.
I love Kenji too much.
Besides. . .Nyomi was the best thing that had ever happened to him. The best thing that had ever happened to our family.
And I would protect that.
Even from myself.
I exhaled slowly, feeling the resolve settle into my bones like iron.
No more dreams like that.
No more reaching for her.
No more wanting what I couldn't have.
I would be her brother.
Her protector.
Her friend.
Nothing more.
Beside me, Puppy stirred again.
I looked down and caught him watching me.
“You know what? I change my mind.” I grinned. “I need some attention."
“Oh, do you?” He slid his hand beneath the sheets, finding me already hard, already leaking, already desperate for something to chase away the ghost of that dream. "I can help with that, Master."
“Good, little Puppy. Show me how much you love to lick. How much you love to suck.”
“Yes, Master.” He slipped beneath the sheets.
And soon his mouth found my cock.
Hot.
Wet.
Skilled.
“Yes,” I groaned as pleasure replaced the ache of wanting something forbidden.
I watched the shape of him move beneath the sheet. That rhythmic bob. Up and down. Slow at first, teasing, the way he knew I liked it.
The white linen rose and fell like a wave, hiding the details but hinting at everything.
Not enough.
I needed to see.
My hand found the edge of the sheet and pulled it back slowly, revealing inch by inch what lay beneath.
First, his purple hair—that ridiculous, beautiful bright purple—fanned across my muscular thighs like silk. The strands caught the low light filtering through the curtains, shimmering violet and indigo.
Then his face.
Those sharp cheekbones hollowed as he sucked. His eyes were closed, long lashes dark against his skin, his breathtaking expression soft with lusty concentration.
Utterly devoted.
His full lips stretched around my girth, pink and slick with spit, forming a perfect seal.
“You are such a good little puppy.” I watched those full lips slide down my thick shaft—watched the way my cock disappeared into that warm, willing mouth—watched the way his throat worked as he took me deeper. “You know just how I like it.”
He was beautiful like this.
Serving.
His hand wrapped around the base of my cock, fingers elegant and sure, stroking what his mouth couldn't reach.
The other hand pressed flat against my thigh, steadying himself, nails digging in just enough to sting.
I liked that sting, and he knew it.
“Mmm.” I licked my lips. "Look at me."
His eyes fluttered open. Violet contacts gleaming up at me, pupils blown wide with arousal. He didn't stop sucking my cock—just held my gaze as his head continued to bob, as his tongue swirled around my tip, as his cheeks hollowed with each long, slow pull.
“God yes.” A dark groan left me.
The sight punched the air from my lungs.
There was something about being watched while you were worshipped. Something about seeing your own pleasure reflected in someone else's eyes.
He took my cock out of his mouth and then traced the thick vein on the underside of my cock with his tongue.
“Yes, Puppy. Lick it good.”
Groaning, he lapped at the sensitive spot just below the head and close to my piercings. Flicked once, twice, until my hips jerked.
"Fuck." My hand found his hair, and then I threaded my fingers through that purple silk, gripping just tight enough to guide him. "Put it back in your mouth, Puppy."
He did just as I said and then moaned around my cock—a lovely vibration traveled up my spine and settled at the base of my skull.
His head moved faster now.
Bobbing.
Dipping.
Taking me deeper with each stroke until I felt the tight flutter of his throat against my tip.
Spit dripped down my shaft.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the room.
Slick.
Hungry.
The sounds of a man who loved what he was doing.
I watched a bead of saliva slide down to my balls, watched his lips glisten, watched his jaw work as he swallowed around me.
My grip tightened in his hair. "Don't stop, Puppy. Keep sucking my cock."
On my other side, Kitty stirred. A sleepy smile curved her lips. "Are you two planning on leaving me out of the fun?"