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Chapters (25)
  1. The First and The Last
  2. 1. One
  3. 2. Two
  4. 3. Three
  5. 4. Four
  6. 5. Five
  7. 6. Six
  8. 7. Seven
  9. AFTERWARD
  10. 9. Nine
  11. 10. Ten
  12. 11. Eleven
  13. 12. Twelve
  14. 13. Thirteen
  15. 14. Fourteen
  16. 15. Fifteen
  17. 16. Sixteen
  18. 17. Seventeen
  19. 18. Eighteen
  20. 19. Nineteen
  21. 20. Twenty
  22. 21. Twenty One
  23. AFTERWORD
  24. ABOUT THE FIRST AND THE LAST
  25. A LITTLE ABOUT ME

“Bite me,” he whispered. Chaos erupted. Sparks flew. They sparked off his skin and they sparked off mine. They sparked from where we were joined and started slowly rotating around us. “Bite me, Sully,” he said again. “Bite me. Do it. Mate me for life.”

I snarled and snapped my teeth together. Spittle flew. He arched his neck and turned his head. It was the offer I wanted. His Adam’s apple rode up and down his neck as he swallowed. I heard his pulse in his jugular and I heard it in mine. I took several breaths to steady myself, but each one served only to inflame me. I looked at him and knew it was the last time I’d see him like this. A friend. My first and best friend. I loved how he looked. I savored the moment until I couldn’t wait any longer.

I ran my fingers lightly over his gland. His pulse was strong. Sure. I threaded my fingers into his hair and tightened my grip, exposing more of his throat. I kissed the soft skin on his neck, then I threw my head back and brought it forward hard. I sank my teeth into his flesh. His gland throbbed and imploded in my mouth. I was distantly aware of Jules howling. It was haunting. Mesmerizing. It was the most beautiful sound I’d ever heard. It traveled through time. Through flesh. Through bone. I answered with a muffled call of my own. I felt the soft flutters of his ass as it started to spasm around me and I felt the hot spurt of his orgasm on my chest. I felt mine too. It splashed deep inside him. It was more intense than anything I’d ever felt. I felt what I felt, and I felt what he felt, too. I felt his pleasure. His and mine. I felt it until I couldn’t tell what belonged to who. I bucked and bit down as he rode me. Bucked and bit down. I did it until I couldn’t move anymore. Until he couldn’t either. I did it until it felt like a lifetime had passed. Like we’d lived a long life and had grown old together. I did it until something inside us broke open and exploded into bright white.

19. Nineteen

19

When I opened my eyes, it was morning. I was disoriented. Confused. The night seemed to have evaporated to nothing. I felt around the bed for Jules, but I was alone. I sat bolt upright and cast my eyes around the cabin. He wasn’t there. I was aware of a dull, heavy weight on my chest. It felt hard to breathe. I flew out of bed and pulled on my jeans as I made for the door.

Jules was outside. He was crouched over the fire, cooking on a skillet over the coals.