Aiming for my open mouth, he ruthlessly jerked his pulsing erection at my parted lips. Gaze locked onto his dick, I waited with bated breath for it to give me what I wanted.
His face contorting as though he was in physical pain, Ethan snarled and his hand began brutally jerking his turgid flesh in short, quick bursts.
A soon as he roared, a symphony of ropey, pearlescent fluid erupted from his tip like molten lava from Mount Vesuvius.
Just as advertised, Ethan’s seed filled my mouth to overflowing. Greedily swallowing, I savored his unique flavor as much as he had mine. Not wanting to miss a drop, I drank it down as fast as I could. However, because it was so abundant, several spurts dripped from my chin and coated my breasts in hot, slick ribbons.
Using my fingers, I collected those escaped globs, shoving them into my hungry mouth so none of Ethan’s essence went to waste. When every drop was consumed, I rested my forehead against his chest, his beating heart pounding in my ear.
Ethan began laughing then, and his infectious good humor sparked mine.
“What?” I asked with a smile, leaning back so I could see his face.
The small movement took some effort, as my muscles were exhausted from the gymnastic sex-session we’d just had.
“It’s a good thing we went to your apartment to get your clothes. I’m thinking this mate-bond of ours is going to require many quick outfit changes in the near future and I’m not sure I have enough outfits you can fit into to stay properly clothed!”
My laughter joined his as Ethan helped me into my clothes, thoughtfully buckling me back into my seat. He held my hand the rest of the drive back to the cabin.
As soon as we came through the front door, Flint yelled from the kitchen where he was retrieving a soda from the fridge, “Where have you two naughty kids been? I got home a half an hour ago. Even traffic won’t explain this time-gap.”
My face immediately flamed over at his pointed words. Ignoring him altogether, I sprinted up the stairs to take a much-needed shower. I loved smelling like Ethan, but his fluids were still slathered all over me and it was making me more than a little self-conscious with someone as perceptive, and filterless, as Flint around.
Cranking the shower as hot as I could stand it, I jumped in and scrubbed myself from head to toe. When I was done, the whole room was filled with steam and perfumed with Ethan’s soap.
Working through the tangles in my hair, I quickly braided the thick mass and tossed it over my shoulder to keep it out of the way. Since I’d be staying with Ethan from now on, Iused the bathroom attached to his bedroom. It made the most sense and meant I could easily find something to wear without accidentally bumping into one of his many “friends” in just my towel.
While I’d been showering, Ethan and Flint had brought in all of my clothes. Dumping a few of the bags onto the bed now, I poked through the mess and cobbled together a comfy outfit that consisted of leggings and a sweater.
Once dressed, I sat on the edge of the bed and checked my phone. As I was scanning through an email with my upcoming work schedule, a text popped up. There was no name attached, only an unfamiliar number.
“Where are you, Millie?”The message read, and I struggled to figure out who the text had even come from. I didn’t recognize the number, or the area code, which was kind of strange.
For one brief, fear-filled moment, I wondered if it was my boss texting because I’d somehow missed a shift at my new job. I’d been hired at a local coffee shop two weeks ago but only worked a few introductory shifts so far. I wasn’t set to go full time until the holidays. I hadn’t gotten to know anybody well enough yet to give them my number, so I couldn’t imagine this was anyone from work trying to get ahold of me. My boss would have surely called directly if I’d missed an entire shift, not just sent an ambiguous text asking me where I was.
After a few more minutes of sleuthing to try and figure out who’d texted, I decided to just come right out and ask. Sure, it was awkward to admit you didn’t know who had your cell number when you didn’t have theirs. However, at this point, not knowing was twice as annoying to me.
“Sorry, who is this?”
“A friend,”the texter ambiguously wrote.
I wasn’t into games and told them as much.
“Are you sure about that? I’ve got a fun one for you.”
That response chilled my blood.“Tell me who this is, or stop texting,”I wrote back, the hairs on the back of my arms rising defensively.
A one-word response pinged through after a moment’s pause.“Family.”
That answer didn’t make the twisted sensation in my gut relieve itself at all. It only managed to make it worse.
“Now I know you’re lying and fucking with me. You can’t be my family,”I furiously texted, hitting send with a little too much enthusiasm at the end.
“Is that any way to talk to your pack?”The anonymous stranger wrote.
The blood drained from my face then. Who was this? How did they know so much about me when I’d just learned these things about myself not twenty-four hours ago?
I was going to ask that question, when I realized it must be Flint, fucking with me.“Flint, this isn’t funny. Stop texting me or I’m telling Ethan to kick you out for good.”
