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CHAPTER 18 - ASTRA

D ay six of my mini vacay away from the prison, and I could stay here forever. Wrapped in my mate’s arms, snuggled to his chest, enjoying the rise and fall of his breath and his soft rumbles, delighting in every caress and kiss. Oh, and never tiring of the endless lovemaking by the freestanding wood fireplace, getting hot and sweaty, taking a shower to rinse off, and coming back to do it all again. Yeah, this was the life.

But it wasn’t my life, was it? This was a fantasy from one of my books that couldn’t last forever. Any time now, Luna would call on me to arrange a time to take me back to the Guardians. So far, Raze and I avoided the topic, except for one brief conversation where we put the matter to rest until we were ready to tackle it.

While I enjoyed lounging about with my mate, hiking, fishing, painting, and kicking back with a beer with Heather and Steele, some part of me craved more. Magick, adventure, science, danger, even. And three more bad boys that my heart belonged to. I longed for us all to be together, and that wouldn’t happen when Raze and I were idle.

My wolf played with my hand, tracing the lines in it, reading my story like a fortune teller. The motion relaxed me and made me sleepy.

When he finished, he reclined me on the sofa and set my legs over his lap, massaging my thighs, calves, and feet, which were sore from lots of hiking. On the plus side, I was getting fitter than ever, my cardio at its peak.

My wolf kneaded my foot harder to loosen the knot, and I kicked my leg, warning him to go easier. “Is that sore?” He lifted my leg and kissed it.

“Very sore. More kisses.” I swept dark hair from his forehead.

He smiled at my obvious attempt to earn more massage time, but his wolf loved to spoil me.

The need to delve back into an old pastime crept up on me as my wolf dug into my muscles and forced them into capitulation.

“Can I borrow your phone, my wolf?” I asked.

“What for?” Raze reached over and lifted his phone from the coffee table, dropping it into my palm.

“I’m a nosey bish and need to catch up on the BookTok community.”

“BookTok?” Raze raised an eyebrow at me. My wolf wasn’t interested in social media and preferred the outdoors to computer pursuits.

“You know.” I waved my hand. “Smutty books on TikTok.”

Raze’s grip on my calve tightened. “I don’t like that idea. They’ll trace you.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t contact anyone.” I downloaded the app I wanted and activated it. “I’ll create a bogus account and stay incognito. They won’t know a thing.”

“Five minutes, tops.” Raze set the rule, and I tickled his hair, silently agreeing to it. My selfishness was not jeopardizing the shelter and his pseudo-family.

“Thank you.” I placed my palm down on the back of his rugged hand and squeezed. “How does Werewolf Romance Smut sound for an account name?”

“No,” Raze growled.

“No to the account name or the activity?”

“Name.” His fingers worked their magick on my stubborn muscles, though not as well as Tor’s, since he trained in sports Physiotherapy and knew how to make my muscles submit to his will and relax.

I went back to the TikTok account name field and tapped my finger, thinking of a fresh name. “Fine. What about Werewolf Spicy Romance?”

Raze glared from under his heavy brows. Tough crowd. I guess he didn’t want to be stuck with such a romance girly account name.

“Okay. No wolf names. Got it.”

“No smut or spice names,” he corrected.

I poked out my tongue. “Party killer.”

He leaned in, clasped the back of my neck and licked my tongue. “Something non-sexual.”

Boring. This type of thing would be right up Tor’s alley, and we would have come up with the most ridiculous name. My heartbeat slowed in longing for my Superguy… and my Viking and White Lightning.

I typed in another name in hope my wolf would accept it. “What about Growly Beast?”

“Fine,” he sighed. “I’m not even going to use it.”

I totally typed in Growly Alpha Heroes and bit back my giggles.

Raze’s chest went off and he snatched the phone back, reading the name. “You can’t help yourself.” He spanked my thigh and dropped his phone into my waiting palms.

“Nope.” I smiled cheekily and finished setting up the rest of the account.

With that out of the way, I scrolled the latest BookTok news until my heart was content. One name kept appearing. Who the hell was Professor Cal?

Burning with curiosity, I clicked on a video, getting hit with a deep, sensual voice, “Spread those legs wider for me, baby. Let me give you what you need. Your pussy needs this, doesn’t it, my greedy little whore?” He hissed and made humming noises that rumbled as deep as Raze’s voice.

A spike of lust went through me. One video and I was hooked. I needed more of that dirty, dark, demanding voice.

Raze sniffed me out in a millisecond, and before I had the chance to click on another video, he snatched the phone back and gathered intel on the man he didn’t want me listening to. “What the hell is that? Is this the kind of thing you listen to in your spare time?”

I blushed and reached for the cell. “Don’t judge me.”

He closed the app and tossed the phone away. “You’re not listening to that when you’ve got me here.”

I made a sad pout. “But my BookTok research.”

He massaged my foot harder. “Later. You’re with me now. We have limited time together, and I won’t share you with BookTok porn.”

Ohhh, he was jealous. He had no need to be. His voice was a thousand times deeper and gruffer. “Talk to me like that then.”

He glanced up at me with menacing cerulean eyes. “I’ll never degrade you like that.”

Being called a whore or a slut by a sexy man didn’t do anything for me either. No problem there.

“You don’t have too.” I reached over to stroke his thigh. “Talk dirty to me. Tell me what you want me to do.”

“Lift your shirt over your bra and show me your perfect, milky breasts,” came my first order, and I obeyed. “Touch them the way you like.”

Yes, please, Wolf Daddy!

I shifted my bra cups down and squeezed them, rolling them through my hands, rubbing my nipple between my fingers.

“Good girl.” I loved his praise. Loved it when he rewarded me as well. Not happening when he had another foot to take care of.

His lids hooded and his eyes shaded a darker blue. “Suck your forefinger and stick it down your pants and stroke that sweet pussy.”

Oh, God. I loved it when my men told me what to do to please them.

I slid my hand underneath the waistband of my sweatpants, and my underwear and air hissed in his mouth.

“Keep going,” he commanded as I spread my legs and stroked myself. “Don’t stop until you come. Make lots of noise. I want to hear you.”

My wolf loved it loud and proud, since animals displayed their enjoyment through sound and other means.

I slid my finger back and forth over my clit. Raze’s ministrations of my feet faltered as he lost control, his cock tenting his pants and jerking every time I moaned and bit my bottom lip.

“Fuck, Little Wolf!” he thundered, deserting my foot. “Get on your back and spread those legs. I’m going to punish you for listening to another man fuck your ears.”

Yes, bring it on, Wolf Daddy!

I rolled on my belly instead, giving him my backside, swaying it from side to side, laughing.

“You want to be bratty?” He spanked my ass, and the clap echoed off his walls. “Test my patience?” He rolled me on my back and lifted my leg to his chest and cracked his palm on my ass again. “Get fucked like a naughty girl?”

Oh, now we were talking.

I wanted the Big, Bad Wolf. Damn Professor Cal had me worked up, and I needed my man to give it to me just as rough, sexy, and dirty.

I groaned loudly, showing him I liked this little game. “Yes, Raze.”

“Here’s what I’m gonna do.” His voice dipped into a dark, menacing threat that had my pussy pulsing with desire. “I’m going to spank you again. Eat out your pussy until your thighs quake and squeeze my head. Then fuck the brat out of you.”

“Yes, please, I need that, Raze,” I begged, already hot, wet, and achy.

He slapped the side of my leg. “Not until you’re a good girl.” Damn, he was excellent at this and learned very fast what I liked and needed. “Promise you won’t get your ears fucked by Professor Cal again?”

Hmm. I couldn’t promise that. My face must have shown it because he crawled over me and bit my breast then flicked his tongue to ease the sting.

“Are you sure you haven’t been listening to Professor Cal in my absence?” I scratched long marks down his shirt.

He chuckled, throaty and deep. “Think I’ve found a new calling?”

I laughed. “You couldn’t handle narrating audiobooks. You need the thrill of the outdoors.”

“Accurate.” He practically tore my sweatpants from my body then snapped my panties in two. “Now. Get. On. Your. Back. And. Spread. Your. Legs. For. Me. Bratty Wolf.”

Oh, yeah, he was into this. I didn’t think he was at first.

Raze made good on his threat, rolling me over, spanking me until my ass was red and burning. Chest humming like an engine, he twisted me on my back, and tongue fucked me over and over. He didn’t stop until my legs were a quivering mess, gripping his head between them.

“That’s a good bratty wolf.” He ran his palm along the length of my ribs, from beneath my breasts to my belly.

He stood up to shirk off his pants and free his cock from his underpants. I licked my lips, needing him in my mouth, to taste him and swallow his pleasure.

He palmed his thick shaft and asked, “Do you think you deserve this?”

“Yes.” I stretched up to touch him, and he retreated out of my reach.

“Tell me why you want this cock,” he ordered. “Beg for it.”

Oh, he wanted a role reversal. I was game.

“I want your cock because it fills me up and stretches me so good .” I emphasized the last two words, and his hands sped up, working himself longer and thicker.

“What else?” He wanted more.

“Your cock is the only one that hits the right spot, and I don’t always need clit stimulation,” I confessed.

He groaned, cursed, and his head fell back as he pleasured himself. Fuck, he better not go all the way and leave me dry.

“More,” he growled.

“I love your dirty wolf cock inside me, making me come. Hard.”

“More!” he barked, fisting himself harder and faster, and I knew if I didn’t coax him, he was going to spill without me.

“I need to feel you,” I went on. “Raw and without a condom. Nothing between us. Just you. Hot and wet, sliding inside me.”

“Beg, Little Wolf.” He groaned so hard I feared it was almost over.

I adopted my hottest and most desperate voice for my last line. “Give me that fat wolf cock now and fuck me until I’m screaming your name and clenching you and milking you dry.”

That was all it took for him to break, falling on me, and spearing into me, making me cry out. He wound my hair around his palm, fisting it tight, jerking my head back, alternating between licking and sucking my neck hard enough to leave marks.

“Yes, my dirty wolf!” I shouted. “Right there.”

He pounded into me with a ferocity bordering on feral. New kink unlocked. My wolf liked dirty talk, and I had plenty more in store for him.

“Yes, like that.” I drew blood as I dragged my nails down his back, and he let out a howl of pleasure. “Fuck me wild and dirty like a beast.”

He went crazy and hammered into me, the sound of our flesh colliding bouncing off the walls, his grunts and my moans detectable to anyone wandering past outside. I would never get enough of my wolf. Never stop loving him, even if circumstances kept us apart.

My release came sharp and blinding, and I crashed, screaming out my wolf’s name, and him mine. His hot pleasure spilled into me in bursts, and he sagged over top of me. I gasped, my heart thumping so hard I feared it’d send me into cardiac arrest. He kissed my sweaty flesh and murmured words of another language.

My wolf got up to get a wet cloth and clean my pussy. When he returned from rinsing it in the bathroom, he snuggled on the sofa beside me, and we fell asleep.

The peel of his phone shook us awake, and he grumbled, stretching back to snatch it from his coffee table.

“Yeah?” he grunted. “What? When?”

I sat up and brushed his sagging shoulder.

“All right.” His back tensed. “See you tomorrow.”

The stiff beep as the call ended brought to life a block of concrete in my gut. “That was Luna, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah.” He scrubbed his face with both hands. “Her team rounded up the last of the vamps and they’re transporting them to the Guardians tomorrow.”

I swallowed and couldn’t voice my next question.

I didn’t need to. Raze fed me the information I’d been dreading for days. “They’ve got to take you back tomorrow.”

All good things came to an end, didn’t they?