Whirlwind Revolution

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Authors: Flynn Eire
Tags: paranormal romance
me for more as I plundered his body. I was so lost in him the signs of my impending climax caught me off guard. Ripping my mouth off his, I growled, “Come for me now !”
    He cried out my name as he came all over us. I followed him right over, his ass trying to strangle my cock, and roared out my pleasure as I pumped every ounce of myself into his perfect hole.
    When it was over, both of us were shaking, little aftershocks making us twitch. He stared up at me with wide eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile.
    I’d just rocked his mother fucking world. Mission accomplished.
    “Oh yeah, we’re going to have to find lots of breaks to be alone. I want much more of that.” Just to make my point, I leaned down and licked his stiff, rosy nipples.
    “Me too,” he admitted as he blushed deeply, all the way up to the tips of his ears. He squirmed at my attentions, and I found even that enchanting when it was Torr.
    I couldn’t hold back the proud smile but decided to hide it as I moved up and pressed my lips to his ear. “Babe, if you let me, I will show you every pleasure there is. Just because you submit doesn’t mean you only give. Nothing pleases me more than eating out my lover’s ass after he’s been good to me. Let me show you while you call who you need to and get people together to spread the news.”
    “I don’t think I’m ready for what has to be done, Hadley.” He flinched, and I knew he’d shared too much with a perfect stranger. I didn’t push, realizing he needed time, and let him lower his leg.
    “I know you are, so we’re going to go with my plan, okay?”
    “Yes, all right. Of course, I have my duties to attend to.” I did a double take at his tone, watching him pull out from under me. It wasn’t of the cautiously growly man I’d met, and it definitely wasn’t the passionate, sexy, open man I’d screwed silly.
    I had the insane urge to chuckle as a random thought from something old I’d once seen popped into my head. Who was that masked man? Because that was how I felt.
    Torr just pulled down the walls, put on a mask, did something that even changed the vibe in the room it was so drastic.
    “Don’t forget your phones are tapped,” I hedged, watching his pert little ass hop out of bed and walk away from me.
    “We know. I mean, I know after my father said something suspicious a while back,” he admitted as he cleaned up in his attached bathroom.
    When he didn’t say any more than that, I pushed. “And that would be?” He poked his head out the door and shot me an unhappy look. “I need to know everything that’s really going on to protect you, Torr. I’m not simply gossiping here.”
    “Right, of course.” He ducked back in the bathroom and sighed. “Six or seven months ago, my father was pushing me to start using a burner phone for my private communications. He said he didn’t like the latest development in spy, big brother technology and thought it prudent.”
    “Not a bad call. Maybe we wouldn’t have been found out if we had been more careful or whatever.”
    “True but the man is so technologically impaired he can’t figure out how to text message. He’s the epitome of old school .”
    I nodded along with his line of thought even though he couldn’t see me. “Begging the question how someone who wouldn’t understand the latest tech knew about the spy shit or would think to worry about it.”
    “Exactly. I had my security specialists look into it and they found the feedback of wiretaps and trace signatures on all our communications. I thought it was my father. The man is paranoid to no end and has been since I was born, hating that he had an heir because he thought that meant I would overthrow him one day. It seemed like a measure he would take to find some proof that I was not handling my responsibilities or the other leaders and could get me ousted.
    “He’s elder and King, but I handle the day to day between the packs, prides, and pards. If he could prove I was

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