All Chapters of Suck Me Dry: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Nathanael“Where have you been?” I’m met with big puppy eyes as soon as I get back to our hotel room. “Out. How are you feeling?” “Out? Out where?” He asks, agitated, shifting on the bed to crawl to the edge of it. I shrug, standing next to the bed to put my index beneath his chin and grab it with my thumb. “How are you feeling?” I ask again, tilting my head. “I’m fine.” He pouts, sliding out of my hold to get back under the bedsheets. Watching him, I close my eyes, searching for our connection and finding his walls still up. “Doesn’t seem like it.” “I can’t help it. It has always been bad,” he sighs, passing his hands through his hair. “But having you with me…Witnessing it…Must be the worst.” He crosses his arms, avoiding my gaze as he sits against the headboard, and I get onto the bed, caging him in by putting my hands next to his thighs. “Do you regret that I came here with you?” “No.” Shaking his head, he flashes me a sad smile before turning his head away from me once agai

Theodore “Why not?” Anger bubbles up my throat, my words just bursting out of me. He lowers his gaze, scratching the back of his neck. “I can’t decide it alone. You have to understand that it is complicated.” “You keep repeating that.” I sit up while he steps back to the end of the bed. He remains silent, causing me to get more and more anxious, feeling bile rising in my throat. “What do you mean by ‘you can’t decide it alone’?” I finally dare&

TheodoreI got another room at first. But after having an ugly cry, curled up on the bed and throwing up several times, I got up and asked the hotel to arrange for a water plane to get me back to the next airport. Like the peasant that I am, and am supposed to be, I booked an economy seat on the next flight and passed the next hours waiting to board it with red and swollen eyes. I can’t remember ever having felt sick while traveling, but by the time I arrive back in New York, I feel like I was put into a washing machine in the highest spinning cycle. My head is turning, my throat burning, and I can’t wait to crash. “Fuck,” I breathe out, halting in

Nathanael I’m already barely following what the counsel of the counterparty is saying while I watch Gilda storm into my office. Her eyes are swollen, tears sticking to her cheek, and I groan because why did I choose the most dramatic witch to be my familiar? She crosses her arms, flashing me a defiant look while she taps her foot repeatedly, and I lift my hand, furrowing my brows. Unfortunately, she remains unmoved, and I pass my fingers over my eyes, cutting the call with the excuse that there is an emergency and that I will have to call him back. “What is it?” I ask, annoyed, making her drop her arms with a huff. “You sent him back to the cave?” she shouts in despair, and I roll my eyes, gesturing to the door. Having him too close was making me go insane. “If you want to make a scene. Close the door. Because I don’t want my employees to think we are a madhouse.” She gasps, lifting her hands to touch her forehead. “The fucking audacity of yours. We are a fucking madhouse. And

Theodore It seems like an eternity while he just stares at me for a few moments. I have read about humans feeling little to nothing about the mate bond, and that's why shifter creatures often struggle with human mates, because while they feel way too much, and can recognize a bond woven by a Goddess, the humans just think they feel an insanely strong attraction. And I can only agree with the attraction part. I mean, look at these pecs. “You can call me Theo, tho,” I stutter out embarrassingly, clearing my throat to cover the awkwardness while his smile broadens even more. “Theo,” he repeats, and I enjoy the sound of my name rolling off his t