Todos os capítulos de Feral Attraction : Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

Friday evenings always carried that lazy kind of quiet that I loved so much. The sun had started to dip low, painting everything through my window in soft gold.Gal and I sat face to face at my reading desk, the window open just enough to let in the warm breeze that smelled faintly of pine and cut grass.The Rivera house was quiet too. Both sets of parents had left that afternoon for a couples’ weekend retreat in the nearby town. They wouldn’t be back until late Saturday evening.Gal and I were home alone.Normally, that would’ve meant a movie marathon or us lying on the couch talking for hours, but Gal had come in with that familiar determined sparkle in her eyes and a folder under her arm.“We’re doing this today,” she said, placing it on the desk like it was sacred.I leaned back in my chair. “Doing what, exactly?”“College lists,” she said, pulling out a notebook and two pens. “Five schools minimum. We agreed to start this week, remember?”“I remember vaguely,” I teased. “Somethi

I could barely catch my breath, my body still humming from the shockwave of my climax. Milo pulled his fingers from me with a slow, deliberate slide that made me whimper. The cool air of the living room hit my wetness, a shocking contrast to the heat of his touch.Before I could even open my eyes, his hands were on me again. Not gentle now. Possessive. Needy. He gathered me up, one arm under my knees, the other around my back, and lifted me from the loveseat as if I weighed nothing. My arms instinctively wound around his neck, my head resting against the solid wall of his chest. I could feel his heart hammering against my cheek, a wild, frantic rhythm that matched my own.He carried me through the dark house, his steps sure and silent. The moonlight through the windows painted streaks of silver on his determined face. He didn’t look at me. His gaze was fixed ahead, his jaw set. The raw, animalistic intensity that had been simmering beneath his worshipful touch was now at the forefront

I hammered that spot going faster now, over and over, a brutal, perfect rhythm. My world narrowed to the slap of our bodies, her sobbing pleas, the tightening in my groin. “Now come with me, I'm gonna come!” A loud animalistic howl forced itself out of my chest, raw and ragged, tearing through the quiet of the bedroom.“Mi…Milo,” she gasped, her own hand flying down between us, her fingers rubbing frantic circles on her clit. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth a perfect ‘O’ of stunned pleasure.Then we erupted together.Her climax hit first, a violent, pulsing convulsion that clamped around my cock like a hot, silken fist. The sensation ripped a second, lower growl from my throat. My own release followed, a torrent of heat that pulsed deep inside her, joining with the aftershocks of her pleasure. I thrust through it, grinding deep, spilling everything I had, every ounce of love and lust and primal claim, into her welcoming depths.For a long moment, there was only the sound of our ragged

The rest of the summer flew by so fast it felt like someone had pressed fast-forward on my life. One minute Milo and I were staying up until three a.m. watching dumb movies and eating cereal straight out of the box, and the next there was only a week left before we had to return to school. Senior year. The final boss.So naturally, we did what any responsible almost-seniors would do; we went to the mall.It was a Saturday, the sun was bright and everything felt like it was daring you to have fun. Milo drove us in my dad’s car, which technically still smelled like my dad’s coffee and old receipts, but Milo had the windows down and music blasting, so it felt like ours. I had my feet on the dashboard until Milo flicked my knee and told me to “respect the vehicle.”“You sound like my dad,” I told him.“That’s because I’m practicing for when I marry you and start saying embarrassing things in public,” he replied, completely straight-faced. Just like my typical Milo.I groaned, but I was

Night settled over the forest like a living thing, slow and deliberate, pressing into the spaces between trees and stretching shadows long across the ground. By the time we gathered at the edge of the woods behind the pack house, the moon had risen high enough to silver the canopy above us. Not full, thankfully but bright, steady, observant.It was the perfect hunting light.Daren stood at the front of the group, shoulders squared, posture already carrying the quiet authority he’d inherited from his father. Being the beta’s son had never made him arrogant. If anything, it had made him more careful, more aware that respect had to be earned every single time.I stood just behind him, slightly to his right. Not by title because officially, I didn’t hold one but by habit. Everyone knew it. Daren included. He trusted my instincts, my senses, my ability to read the forest as naturally as breathing.Clem cracked his neck beside me, rolling his shoulders. Brad and Kevin were already grinning,