Pic above: Gorgeous cover by Lost48!
Pic above: Hycinth's dress.
The chapter dragged on so long, it as well over the size of THREE chapters now and still not finished! The size is much too difficult to manage for editing and much too long for a single chapter. Soooo... I'm splitting it up into multiple chapters! This messes up my original plan of alternating point of view for the entire book, however I'm not going back and rewriting, so the next couple of chapters will be in the Leander's point of view.
Chapter 24—Sit Up & Beg
After I touched base with Ever to confirm our plans, I quickly made my way up the stairs.
My Wolf was flying high on his mate. Completely blitzed and full-out addicted. Spending hours running, playing and lazily lying around, was exactly his definition of perfection. There was nothing better than having her close to him...well, except for under him. I couldn't agree more. She was better than any drug. Everything about our mate was intoxicating.
Rounding the corner and heading down the long hallway, excitement coursed through me, leaving my skin tingling, and my manhood itching to get free. That particular part of my anatomy only ever had one goal—to forever bury himself in Hycinth's hot and tight flesh. Pure bliss. But alas, as much as I wanted to indulge that train of thought, I had more to focus on than just my carnal desires. Not to mention it would be hugely uncomfortable and inconvenient to walk around with a hard-on all night, so I exhaled and forcefully pushed away my arousal. Which was not easy. Nor was it particularly 100% successful. I readjusted myself in my pants, trying to make my still-interested-but-not-quite-a-full-blown-erection more comfortable.
Entering our room did nothing to deter my on-edge libido because the first thing I ran into was Hycinth—standing in a shockingly sexy black dress. Her hair was wet from her shower, and her lake blue orbs stared up at me expectantly.
My mind went completely blank.
My Wolf was just as frozen.
The dress hugged her curves, coming to about seven inches above her knee, and had two horizontal peekaboo stripes of sheer black fabric, quite high on her legs, revealing even more of her luxurious thighs. There was another enticing stripe just below her breastbone. And to top off the madness, the tantalizing garment had a plunging neckline that pushed up and accented her pert breasts. It was enough to make a Wolf sit up and beg.
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"Shh, little mouse, you don't have to run away..." my words were hypnotic, whispering into the magic of the atmosphere. "Spanking can be a form of pleasure, just as much as it can discipline." She gave an almost imperceptible shake of her head, spin...