Voiceless - M. Sinclair Page 0,30

want me to ram my big hard cock into your tiny little pussy?”

“Yes!” I screamed out as a climax shattered me. My entire body melted into the bed.

A dangerous and terrifying growl escaped him as I felt him cum against my lips. I tightened at the feel of him right against my hole, using his hard length to spread his release on me.

Well, shit.

“Baby,” he cooed, “Maker your voice is so fucking beautiful, why didn’t you do that to begin with? I love hearing you talk.”

I turned around slowly, out of breath.

He caged me, his gold eyes keeping track of my expression.

Blushing I spoke quietly. “I can only do it with people I feel an emotional connection to.” Well, that earned me a megawatt smile that had me biting my lip slightly, his thumb pulling at it so I released it.

“Your voice is beautiful,” he spoke softly and earnestly making me feel like a fucking sap.

I shrugged, and he chuckled, easily picking me up despite me being naked and him clothed. Well, mostly, I could still feel his semi-hard cock pressed between us.

When he brought us into the shower and turned it on, I cringed away expecting chilly water but sighing happily that it was hot. He placed me down and undressed as my eyes widened… the man was literally a Greek god.

“Keep looking at me like that, baby, and we won’t leave the room today,” he pointed out as I offered him a teasing smile.

“Maybe that’s what I wa--”

He chuckled and pressed me against the wall before I could finish my thought.

I sighed happily as I closed my eyes, just happy to be here in his arms.

8

Colette Allard

That was by far the longest shower I’d ever taken. I wish that was a joke, but it wasn’t, Dylan and I had been in there for what felt like hours. Honestly, I was surprised the water stayed hot for so long. Despite my skin pruning, it was possibly the best shower I’d ever had.

He spent the entire time asking me questions about myself while washing my hair and then giving me the best back massage in the world. I think I was falling in love with the man and that wasn’t including any of the reasons outside of his magical hands… and tongue. Let’s not forget about his magical tongue.

When we finally got out, he had wrapped me in a robe and went to go get dressed, leaving me to get ready for dinner. Which was good because my stomach had rumbled the minute he left.

Feeling absolutely well-rested and having had several orgasms, I began getting ready, marveling over how much my life had changed since coming to Willowdale. It was truly unbelievable.

My hair was thicker and healthier than it had been in ages. As I towel dried it, the wavy purple texture behaved for once before I brushed my teeth. I pulled on a pair of leggings. Before donning an oversized Nirvana shirt and matching socks, I noted that I needed to go shopping soon. I know. I was really a true fashionista.

“So,” Dylan chimed as he came back in wearing just low cut jeans and making my mouth fucking water, “we are having dinner with the entire pack--”

“What?!” I asked, alarmed.

He chuckled and tugged me closer. “Don’t worry, baby. It’s super relaxed.”

I frowned as he stepped back tugging on a t-shirt that I now hated because it blocked my view. As I grabbed my rain boots, I offered him a concerned look. In response he gifted me a comforting smile and intertwined our fingers, leading me from the room. I relaxed a bit at his clear display of affection, which let me know that he wasn’t in any way going to be trying to hide this from the pack. I also recognized this was probably going to be a very big deal to everyone. Passed that, I had no idea how this was going to go.

“I know nothing about being in a pack,” I cringed slightly.

“Don’t overthink it,” he suggested as we followed the stairs down to the main floor, now in a part of the house I’d yet to see. “Really, Colette, being part of a community of shifters will feel far more natural than living with humans. Just trust your instincts.”

I nodded, feeling a bit intimidated still but trusting Dylan. He wouldn’t lie to me and if he thought I would be fine, then I probably would. Luckily, I also didn’t have long to overthink it because