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“After this, I’m going to fuck you with my tongue while you blow me. Got it?”
I moaned around him.
His chest rumbled. “Good girl.”
His hips rocked slightly, and he moved my head just a little, testing me. Seeing what I could handle.
It felt good to give him the lead again. To let him decide what he wanted, and how he wanted it. To be the one giving him pleasure, instead of the other way around.
And soon enough, we ended up positioned just like he promised.
My clit on his face. His cock in my mouth.
Both of us reaching new heights of ecstasy, as we fought like hell not to let ourselves give in to what we wanted even more:
Our bodies intertwined the way they were meant to be.
We spent a few more days in bed and on the couch. We watched movies and made love with our hands and mouths, and it was amazing.
But the pain was getting worse.
I hurt constantly, only getting a break when we were actively bringing each other to climax.
Eating was a struggle.
Moving was a struggle.
August carried me everywhere he needed to go—mainly to the kitchen, to cook more things he could try to make me eat—and growled every time my scent changed to indicate I was in more pain.
He no longer passed Eli’s sanity checks, but I’d told Eli to screw off when he asked me if I wanted him to get rid of his beastly brother.
August and I were a team, even when life was shitty.
And heat was being really shitty to me.
But I would survive.
I had to survive.
Neither of us could accept me going to jail, so survival was the only option.
I woke up in the middle of the night in so much pain, I couldn’t rest.
I bit my cheek to keep myself from crying out, but the change in my scent dragged August from sleep as well. My back was to his chest, and we both had on underwear and nothing else. Though we wanted to sleep naked, we were both worried about what it could lead to.
“Where’s the pain?” His voice was groggy but feral.
“Everywhere,” I whimpered.
His body shook against mine as he fought his instincts.
The instincts I knew were screaming at him to strip me bare and fuck me hard.
He reached between my thighs, tearing my panties with the slightest of motions. When he pushed the fabric up my abdomen and opened my legs, I didn’t protest.
I didn’t want to protest.
I wanted him to take away my pain and fill me with his cock.
