Page 75 of The Patron Saint of Timber Hollow

Suddenly, it's too much, or not enough, or—"Please—" I start mewling, "please, please, please—"over and over, the words tumble out as I beg for release.

"That's it, Artemis. Go on. Cum for me, baby. Let me hear it," Saint orders before spanking my asscheek.

Release slams into my body, seizing my breath and bowing my back, a guttural moan leaving my mouth.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," Saint gasps, and then he's pulling out all the way- flipping me so that my face is pressed into the mattress. Without warning, he's pushing back in, thrusting his cock deep into me, making me moan.

I gasp, moving my hips in time with his thrust, his hands on my hips pulling me back to him sharper, harder. My thighs start trembling when he grabs all my hair in one fist, arching my back.

"Fuck, that feels fucking good," I moan, and in return Saint slaps my ass.

"Fuck yeah, you do, Tiny," Saint agrees, his breathing uneven and shaky.

That slow build of pleasure starts again, pebbling my skin in icy electric tendrils. "Fuck, I'm gonna-" I moan, clenching around him again.

"Do it, tiny! Give it to me so I can fill you up," Saint begs, and I see stars. Suddenly, my arms don't support my weight,and I collapse on the mattress, Saint following me as he pumps desperately into me, groaning out his release.

29

Whatever you say, Cinnamon

Saint

The little lamp on the side of the bed illuminates the blonde with dark eyes; her legs stretched out before her. Artemis lounges on my bed and doesn't notice when I quietly snap a picture of her from the room's entrance.

She's let me keep her in here, locked up with me. I'm more than sure the abundance of snacks I've gone to make her account for some of that willingness. Then again, she hasn't asked to go anywhere.Doanything other than be with me.

Artemis' scent is everywhere, permeating all the fabrics on the bed. I doubt I'll be sleeping inthisbed often now, though. Now that she's mine.

Mine, and Jay's, but stillmine.

And,actually… Glancing at the clock, I realize that our Alpha should be home anytime now, which is the perfect time to get Artemis out of the house. If only I could be selfish with her for a little longer. Jay will understand. And then later, we can compete and see who can make her cum more.

Immediately, an idea comes to me to do just that. I promised Artemis a few new scraps of lace that she seems so fond of.

I like ripping them off her.

Decision made, I take those few steps toward the bed, gaining her attention. Without warning, I scoop Artemis up from where she lays on my bed, thumbing through a book I brought her on my last snack run. She settles on my shoulder after just one surprised gasp.

"Hey!" She squawks, the book dropping to the mattress, and she swats the top of my ass in retaliation. Admittedly, her books are all beautiful editions with foiling details; some even have reversible dust jackets, or so I'd learned when we put them all on the shelf those months ago, enduring only a little bit of Artemis' gushing over the details of her favorites as she placed them on shelves.

"Hey, Tiny," I reply, patting her on the ass in return, the edges of her underwear silky smooth under my hand. "Where are your clothes?"

"In my room?" She answers, and I don't have to see her face to know she's giving me a silly look while I walk to the bedroom next to mine for her clothes.

"Well, I need you to put pants on- none of these," I order, snapping the elastic of her underwear against her skin. "We're going to a store, so make sure you're comfortable, okay?"

Artemis jolts with the snap and asks, "What store?"

"Don't worry about it. Get dressed," I order, gently setting her on her feet. The breathy quality of her voice has made my wolf crack one green eye open, cinnamon fur bristling in the dark confines of my soul.

"Cryptic?" She replies, raising an eyebrow.

I drop a kiss to her lips quickly before answering with a simple "Yep," and then turning her toward the closet with another quick slap on her ass.

The little squeak she lets out makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans. But, she listens—dressing quickly in black leggings in her and Jay's closet before going to their bathroom. I hear water running briefly before she emerges with a freshly washed face and her hair in a pair of space buns. The shirt she wears is still mine, though.

Holding my hand out for her, we walk back to my room, where I don a pair of jeans and a tee and toss one of my hoodies to Artemis before leaving my closet.