บททั้งหมดของ LORENZO, MY FATHER'S BEST FRIEND : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Chapter 22 LORENZO I was a fucking coward. Goddess knows how much I’d wanted this little wolf. Way before I even realized we were mates. And hell, I was insanely pleased the moment I realized she was also attracted to me, but I’d given her excuses as to why we shouldn’t be together when all I wanted— all my wolf wanted—was to claim her. I would be a damn liar if I said I wasn’t elated she could now feel the bond. Even though I was tempted to stick to the excuses… I just couldn’t fight it anymore. And fuck… she had so much passion bottled up inside her. The situation with the Moonshade tea had gotten me pissed alright, but it was more because I thought—no, felt—that I’d taken advantage of her while she was unconscious. So what if it wasn’t a deliberate act to get me to claim her? What if she hadn’t taken that tea and somehow fell asleep in my room? Would I have been able to stay away from her? Hell no. And that was wrong. I didn’t want to act like some creepy pervert who

CHAPTER 24– OLANDRIA Lorenzo marked me. He marked me. I couldn’t begin to explain how euphoric I felt in that moment. The sex had been amazing—more intense and consuming than anything I experienced when I’d been in that semi-unconscious state. At some point afterward, our bodies had melted into each other, our breathing slowing, our limbs tangled as exhaustion pulled us under. Now, waking in his arms beneath the warm weight of the blanket covering our naked bodies, the reality of everything settled into my chest like a glowing pulse. “I still can’t believe we’re mates,” I breathed, staring up at him as we lay cuddled together on his bed, still wrapped in each other’s heat and scent. He was settled on his back, the blanket pushed low enough that I could see his gorgeous chest—hard muscle and warm skin, rising and falling steadily. With a trembling hand, I traced the definition of his abs, still marveling that he was real. Wondering for a second why the Moon Goddess had chosen us

26. FEW HOURS EARLIER ELI; My shoulders were tight by the time the call rang into voicemail for what felt like the thousandth time. I couldn't sleep. Nick as well. We laid on the couch in his living room all night staring at the door and hoping she'd come back. Olandria. My best friend. My family. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have let this fester until it blew up in out faces. But how do you tell your best friend you're in love with her Dad? How do you confess something like that without jeopardizing everything? The anxiety of it — of wanting Nick but loving her — had twisted me in knots for months. The sneaking around. Stolen touches in the hallway. The quick kisses when she stepped out. My heart sprinting every time I looked between them. The anxiety led us sneaking behind her back to be together, and Nick on the other hand was equally worried on how to tell her. We'd decided to come clean when she returned from her trip to her aunt's pack, but that was when e

28 NICK; I didn't hesitate. "I want you, deep inside me." Eli groaned...a deep guttural sound I felt all the way to my spine. His hands tightened on my waist and his forehead dropped to my shoulder, like he needed a second to hold himself back Funny because I didn't want him to. But if he so much as hesitated again, I might just listen to my dick, and bend him over this couch. Eli's hand slid under my shirt, feeling the hard planes of my abs until his fingers circled my nipples. He pinched hard and my dick jerked in response. I pulled my hands from between us and ripped my shirt, the buttons flying all over the room. He chuckled deeply. And when his tongue brushed over my nipple, I almost lost it. "Shit...Eli," I panted, pleasure wracking through me. His mouth closed around my nipple...and the sokd that tire out of me didn't feel human. My back arched off the couch, chest pushing into his mouth as if my body has a mind of its own. "Holy shit!" He growled around

NICK; Eli's hands were tight round me as he pushed his dick in. I held my breath, my fists clenched tightly on the cushion as I tried to get used to the feel of him diving in. He seemed to be in a bit of dilemma, like he was holding back...his pace slowed...like he was trying so hard to not to slam hard. I couldn't exactly blame him...as I had screamed like a fuckin banshee the moment he slammed in. I wanted to tell him to go harder, to just go with it, but i literally couldn't find my voice. "Please...." I managed a whimper. He lifted his head from my neck and stared at me through hooded lashes. "Want me to go all in?" He rasped, his breath hot on my face. "Fuck yea..." I grunted. And then he pushed his thick cock all the way in. My legs wrapped tightly round him as he began to move, gradually at first, then his thrusts became faster and harsher "Yes... fuck..." I panted as I bounced on the couch, his dick slamming and pounding inside me without control. "