Lick, Dick, Cumshot Taboo: 5 Age-Gap MM Forbidden Romances のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

"Selene was totally right about my wolf needing to touch the dirt today," I tell myself, dropping my canvas bag onto the thick lawn.I promised my pack-brother I would find some peace while she took her shift at the den lines. Besides, I haven't had a single Saturday moon-cycle off since I packed up my life and migrated back to this giant territory.I reach down and drag my fingers right through the sharp green grass blades, just so I can tell her I literally touched the earth. The afternoon sun is glaring down, and the heavy heat feels amazing against my bare arms. While I keep scanning the pages of my book, a massive shadow suddenly blocks out the bright light on the parchment. It isn't a stray cloud floating by. It's a wolf.I spot the polished leather tracking boots first, my eyes instantly sliding up the sharp lines of his dark slacks. I follow the view past his thick leather belt up to the crisp white tunic shirt, tracking the heavy tribal tattoos twisting down his muscular arms

He flips open the leather folder and slides out a massive stack of images and printed papers from the city gossip feeds. Ryker proudly scatters them across the wood. There are hundreds of shots. "Now, I know for a absolute fact that this isn't my wolf pinning this gorgeous male against the stone.""Son of a bitch," I mutter, snatching one of the papers.Yesterday, I really hoped the local trackers hadn't caught my scent, but in Nightbane City, the gossip wolves are incredibly stealthy. They hunt from the shadows, using massive spy lenses from the rooftops instead of getting close enough to taste your fury. They want their targets to feel totally safe so they can catch natural, raw moments and sell them to the outer packs for thousands of silver coins.This is my own stupid fault. I should have remembered that no open ground is safe for a Drakos. I broke my own survival rules... because of him.My eyes track across the black-and-white images. Our whole intense argument is laid out in p

The feel of the iron wheel in my grip makes my wolf smile as I rub my palms across the smooth leather. "Wow.""I guess our wolves are running on the exact same brain wave tonight," he rumbles, leaning back against the furs. "Do you want the coordinates to the den where I am taking you?"I give a firm nod, glancing down at the heavy iron stick of the four-speed shift. I slam the gear into first, and the massive Rover instantly lurches forward with a wild burst of speed. I did not expect that much raw horsepower, though my hunting instincts should have known better. It is a pure GT build.He flashes me a quick look of genuine concern, but his throat doesn't question my ability to handle the machine as I get acquainted with the vintage beast. With any ancient pack vehicle, your wolf has to learn its unique spirit. Every machine has a perfect sweet spot in the gears."We are tracking toward a tavern called The Garage," he says, keeping his eyes on the passing territory windows. "It is not

"Luka, you have been staring at the bottom of your liquor glass for five whole minutes," Ivanov barks, his deep voice snapping my mind right back into the room.I take a huge gulp of the fire-whiskey, the hot liquid burning my throat. I still cannot believe his bonded twin alpha, Ryker, tricked my beast into coming down to this tavern with him. Ryker must have used some wild pack magic or a super sneaky plan to make this happen. When I originally gave Ivanov my private crystal link at the citadel, my inner wolf decided that he would have to make the first move across the territory lines. My alpha pride is way too strong. I never run after any male. I chase absolutely nobody.But now, here the Supreme Pack Director is, sitting right on the stool next to my body. I do not care what kind of trick his brother used to drag me to this sector. I only care that his massive frame is still sitting here. My wolf wants to stay because his dominant aura makes me incredibly curious.It is a dangero

"Are you going to keep growling at the road, or are you actually going to tell my wolf what is wrong?" I ask, breaking the thick silence inside the Nightclaw Rover.As Ivanov brings the heavy machine to a sudden crawl at the territory intersection, I can scent that his entire frame is completely on edge. His dominant aura is thick, rippling with sharp tension that makes the hairs on my arms stand straight up.He grips the iron wheel tighter. "My beast does not enjoy being tracked by rogue scouts. It comes with running the Moonstone Empire, pup. You learn to get used to the eyes.""My wolf understands that," I say, shifting my legs on the red leather seat. "But that wasn't the answer to my question. Does it bother your inner beast?"He gives a slow nod, his jaw tightening. "Do your boots have plans for tomorrow's sun-rise?"I turn my head to look at him, watching how the cool night breeze catches his dark, messy hair. He reaches up to loosen his slick black neck-wrap, giving off a comp