Total pages in book: 194
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 187754 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 939(@200wpm)___ 751(@250wpm)___ 626(@300wpm)
“If this is Big Bear and the mountain I crashed on is Little Bear, what is that one called?” I point to the mountain in question. “Mama Bear?”
“Close,” Thorin answers, and when I look away from the window, I see his amused smirk. “She is Maia.”
“Maia?” I frown. “Why Maia?”
“Don’t know.” He shrugs as he ties his long, blond hair into a topknot. “Never asked.”
I hum disapprovingly and take one last look at the mountain Maia before I walk over to Thorin’s bed. I hesitate for a moment, long enough to glance at the open door before my gaze flies to Thorin’s in surprise.
This isn’t my first time sleeping in Thorin’s bed.
Last time, he’d boarded the door shut so no one could get in or out. I was completely at his mercy. I can still see holes and nails in the frame from when he ripped the planks out the next morning and freed me without a word.
He hadn’t even fucked me.
We’d just lain uncomfortably on opposite sides of his cold, hard bed until morning. It was brutal.
“You can leave at any time, wolf.”
With that promise, I don’t linger a second longer. I climb into his bed and quickly settle under the covers. His mattress is still harder than I like but is warmer than I remember. It’s also smaller than Khalil’s, so there’s not much space left between us as we stare at each other in the dark with the help of the dimmed lamp on his nightstand.
“Good shower?”
“Mm-hmm. Yup.” It’s awkward for several moments as we lie on opposite sides of the bed. Timidly, I scoot toward the middle. “You?”
“It was okay,” he says. Thorin reaches out and pulls me the rest of the way until the front of our bodies are flush and his arm can curve around me. “Water pressure’s still shit. I need to remind Khalil about helping me check the pipes and pressure tank.” Thorin dips his head to run his nose down my neck. “You smell like him, songbird.”
“I used his soap,” I admit as I peer up at him. “You think he’ll mind?”
Thorin shakes his head on the pillow we’re now sharing. “Not even a little. What’s ours is yours, songbird.”
“As long as I’m willing to spread my legs for it,” I remind him dryly but without resentment.
Thorin nudges my chin and tips my head back for better access to my eyes when he asks, “Would you like to end our arrangement?”
I stumble over an answer before I settle on one that makes sense rather than the lie or the truth because they both scare me. “Seth and Khalil would never agree.”
“Yes, they would.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know. Now, stop beating around the bush and tell me what you want, wolf.”
“No, okay? No. I don’t want to end our arrangement,” I grumble.
Thorin searches my gaze and then kisses the pout from my lips before his lips travel to my ear. “Glad we got that straightened out,” he whispers smugly.
God, I hate him.
Not really.
A little.
Ugh.
I can’t even decide anymore if I hate the prick or not.
“It also reminds me that you owe me for all the hair products that have now taken over my bathroom.”
I’m suddenly unable to catch my breath. I’m fucking panting for whatever it is he’ll make me do. Only Thorin, Khalil, and Seth have the power to touch this part of me that craves this. “Okay.”
“Turn over and present your pussy for fucking.”
“What? Now?”
“Of course.”
“What will you do?”
“Do you care?”
I swallow hard as my stomach dips. “No.”
“Then turn. The fuck. Over.” He punctuates each command with a kiss on a different part of my body until I’m aching for what comes next.
I turn over onto my stomach, and it causes the flannel to ride up, exposing the bottom curve of my ass to Thorin’s gaze.
“Where are your panties, baby?”
“I didn’t wear any in case you wanted to…in case you wanted me,” I say shyly.
Thorin slips his hand under the hem of his shirt and sweeps his thumbs over the swell of my bottom. “You’re perfect. Have I told you that, songbird?” He doesn’t wait for an answer before demanding, “On your knees.”
I do as he says until my ass is in the air and my pussy is exposed to the room. I can feel the heat from the stove and Thorin’s gaze, and God, it makes me weep.
The bed shifts, and I feel him between my thighs.
“Khalil is going to kill me for this,” Thorin mumbles cryptically. “He wanted to be the first.” There is a pointed pause, and I grow impatient to the point of fisting the sheets to keep from snapping at him to hurry. Thorin notices and growls. “Fuck it. I can’t wait anymore.”
I wait for him to enter me without any thought as to what “first” he might be alluding to.