All Chapters of Let Me Go, Beta: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Devin was the last to sleep last night and was woken up with a kiss from Ayra in the morning. She was on top of him, kissing his neck down to his chest. "Can't get enough of me?" He chuckled lowly. "Not really. Just wanted to see how long it would take for you to wake up." She was lying. She wanted his fingers inside her again and something much, much bigger than fingers. His palms rested on her waist and caressed all the way down to her round arse. "Can you wear this for me next time? Without your pants, that is. I don't like restrictions." He tugged on the edges of her underwear before taking off her nightwear, leaving her breasts dangling over his face. Her pink nipples were hella inviting and the way she looked at him didn't help. "You said you were going to..." She wasn't able to complete her sentence and just ended up looking away shyly. "Fuck you till you can't walk? Yeah... But not now, baby girl. We still have a long way to go." He turned her until she was lying on her

Ayra stared at the text, lines of disbelief drawing on her perfect face. The body of the text indicated that it came from a woman. Was he with another girl? Her head was arriving at different conclusions but she tried to remain calm and level-headed. She didn't want to jump into conclusions but the anger she felt was inevitable. She didn't bother replying to the text or call him to find out what was going on. She ate the food she had made earlier and hit the showers for a nice, warm bath. She kept glancing at her phone to see if Devin would call her and say it was a joke. But nothing. Just that text. She went to bed and closed her eyes, sleep immediately taking over her. Probably because she just wanted the torturing night to end quickly. She couldn't tell what he was doing at that moment. **Morning came and Ayra rolled out of bed. She wasn't typically a morning person but the thoughts of Devin didn't let her sleep much. She was beginning to regret everything that had happened u

One thing was for sure. This person had been around her. But in the past few hours, many people had spoken with her. Either they were talking about the weather or the food or something random. So, who was he referring to? It could also be himself he was referring to. Not wanting to stress her poor head thinking about a variety of options, she went to the counter to pay her bills but was told Vincent already did so. When? She thanked them and went her way. She decided to explore town and when she was tired, she boarded a cab back to the pack house. She just wanted to throw herself on the bed and fall asleep instantly. Luckily, she didn’t meet any of the sisters. Heaving a sigh of relief, she strode to her room and locked the door. As soon as she finished taking off her shoes, a notification popped up on her phone. “I’m dying. Come rescue me.” Sent with a crying emoji.She laughed after reading Devin's text. She laid on the bed, her legs hanging in the air as she replied, “Sorry a

Note to readers: Steamy scene ahead. Rated +18.The next morning, she took her bath and brought her bags close to the door. Her dress was laid out on the bed, waiting for the time she would be leaving. She took her book and settled down to read, still in her short night gown. She had forgotten to set an alarm and ended up reading for hours. She was wet and needed some touching after reading many steamy parts of the novel. When she couldn’t hold the urge in anymore, one of her hands slipped into her pants and rubbed around her clit, while still reading the book. It was very sensitive to every move she made and after a few seconds, she got lost in the sweetness. She slipped a finger inside her honeypot and thrusted gently, wallowing in the heart racing feel. Her pussy was wet and dripping, her body aching from need. She needed something bigger than fingers. It was bad enough that she didn’t have a dildo. But in the meantime, she settled for the splashing sound of her fingers thrusting

The man stood there, gobsmacked. That small incident escalated into something else because people had stopped dancing and were now looking at them. Ayra, still influenced by the drinks she had taken earlier, yanked her hand out of Devin's grip when he least expected it. She went to the other guy and tended to his broken nose. Devin's palms folded into a fist, glaring daggers at her hand on the stranger's skin. “Nothing to see here!” She yelled at the onlookers and they went back to whatever they were doing. “What gives you the right to come here and act like you own me?” Ayra yelled at him. “Leave me alone.” The man took her hand and tried pulling her away. Devin had been trying his best not to lose his cool again but seeing his hands on her again snapped every thread of patience. Without thinking twice, he punched the guy until he fell on the ground. Then, he took Ayra's hand and dragged her outside. She tried to pull away from his grip but this was Devin. Nothing or no one got