Todos os capítulos de Lick, Dick, Cumshot Taboo: 5 Age-Gap MM Forbidden Romances: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

"Companionship. The mating heat was never powerful, so it isn't even about the flesh. Winters of terrible mating... it feels like a curse placed on me by a rogue witch in the dark woods."Ivanov lets out a sudden, deep chuckle and nearly chokes on his drink. My eyes go wide, and I am about to spring off my stool to smash his back, but he hoists a massive hand to wave me away as I stand up."Don't go dying on me in a burger joint, Alpha," I whisper, sliding back onto my wooden stool. "The pack rumors would be utterly horrific. Everyone would think I poisoned the supreme leader!"He catches his breath, his chest heaving. "So, your wolf just wants companionship?""And absolutely mind-shattering mating," I whisper, looking straight into his eyes."That would make our little arrangement very dangerous."I take a slow sip of my fermented sap. "Would it really?""I would not want you falling helplessly in love with me, Lukan. Because once my wolf claims you like that, you would become a comp

"Uh..."He smirks, his grip tightening on my hand. "Follow me, little wolf."Our driver follows silently behind us with our heavy luggage while Ivanov presses his palm against the iron locking plate on the massive oak door. The heavy timber swings open, and he guides me into the warmth of the grand hall.A massive wooden chandelier holding dozens of flickering wax candles hangs from the vaulted ceiling, casting dancing shadows over a giant stone basin filled with fresh white roses on a central table. The heavy door clicks shut behind us, and Ivanov stands right beside me, crossing his massive arms over his chest."This is one of my favorite sanctuaries in all the territories," he admits, his golden eyes scanning the room. "I cannot wait for your wolf to see the mountain sun rise over the ridge while we drink our morning brew."He leads me into the main living chamber, where an entire wall has been replaced with massive glass panels looking out into the wilderness. A giant stone firepl

IVANOV DRAKOS POV“Ivanov,” a soft, trembling voice calls out from the dark doorway, fracturing my restless slumber.I instantly bolt upright in the massive bed, my inner wolf snapping to attention as I hit the iron light switch on the rough log wall. The bright glow floods the alpha chamber, and I quickly check the heavy watch on my wrist—it is four in the morning, meaning my beast has only been resting for two short hours since my intense washing den release.Lukan stands shivering in the open frame, wearing nothing but a wildly oversized, faded cotton tunic that drapes loosely over his slender male frame. The thin fabric clings to his damp chest, clearly revealing the hard, dark outlines of his small male nipples poking straight through the cloth. The low, ragged collar has been torn open at the seams, slouching heavily off his broad shoulder, while the hem cuts dangerously high across his bare, pale upper thighs. His messy dark hair frames his face in wild, tangled curls.He looks

I flash him a confident smile as we soar directly over the razor-sharp mountaintops, and he looks down through the glass portal at the rushing, wild river snaking through the valley below. On the green banks, a massive herd of giant mountain elk are grazing, and a soft gasp breaks from his throat."In one minute, your eyes will finally behold the apex of the Frostclaw Peaks," I tell him over the headset.The massive mountain valley opens up incredibly wide, revealing the legendary, pointed stone peaks piercing the white clouds in the distance. The sky is perfectly clear, looking like an ancient gods' backdrop painted onto the world."Is that landscape even real?""My wolf thinks the exact same thing every time I cross this sky. It is gorgeous, isn't it?""Breathtaking, Ivanov. Thank you. This is completely incredible. And you are right; my tracker mind would have never guessed this trial." He glances over at my seat, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "From a den keeper washing p

IVANOV DRAKOS POV“What did your inner beast want to become when you grew up in the valleys?” Lukan asks, his voice cutting through the heavy alpine quiet as we stand close together on the rocky cliff.“Supreme Pack Director first,” I rumble, my golden eyes locked onto his profile. “Lord of the territory second.”“Your answer does not surprise my wolf at all,” he says with a soft laugh.“At one point in my youth, I heavily considered devoting my life to becoming a master of moonmark drawings.” I pause, letting the wind carry the confession. “Now, that is a sacred fact only Ryker knows. Something from the absolute dark vault.”Sharing the true nature of my beast with him feels entirely effortless, because his wolf never judges my words and he is never shocked by my raw admissions.“Really? Does your wolf paint the pack history?”“I draw.” I pull the small leather notebook from my hunting tunic and offer the parchment to his hands. “I have never permitted another living wolf to look at