All Chapters of After the Downfall: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The initial soreness faded, and I hardly remembered it as Gage continued pounding into me with abandon, my legs quivering with my impending orgasm. I loved every aspect of his demanding nature, and I did all I could to hold onto his brawny shoulders as his thrusts grew rougher. Pressure was building low in my core, and I did my best to roll my hips against him, desperate for the friction against my needy clit. Somehow, Gage understood my intention, and he grabbed one hip securely with a grip I knew would bruise, adjusting the angle to near perfection as the head of his cock hit my G-spot on his next shove forward. Electricity crackled through me with the white-hot pleasure he elicited, and I tipped over my peak within seconds, my mouth making bizarre noises I’d never made before. Regardless, the point was, I knew I wasn’t quiet, and Gage’s own grunt of completion wasn’t exactly silent either. We had been safe here for a while now, and both of us had gotten so caught up in one anoth

Thunder rumbled angrily in the distance as the truck bumped unsteadily forward. I flinched in response; Gage being knocked off his bike by the vicious, oversized wolf flashing in my mind’s eye again as the steering wheel jerked in my talon-like hands. I forced myself to concentrate on the road ahead, my mind running rampant with trepidation as queries kept coming up. Would it be possible for Gage to survive the wreck I’d witnessed? Even if he did, would he be able to fight off the wolves in that condition? My heart wanted the answer to be yes, Gage having demonstrated his grit thus far, but my brain told me otherwise. I knew I was crying again because my vision was blurred, but I didn’t stop for fear of the shifters catching up with me. Transiently, I considered going back, trying to do something, anything to save Gage, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. Gage had wanted me to escape, and I knew deep down, there wasn’t anything I could have done to save him. The downpour started

The room was already illuminated by a few small lanterns, and I instantly noticed the two males who were conversing in the nude. Was that a werewolf thing? I mean damn, everywhere I looked recently I was seeing someone’s bare flesh. I averted my eyes as I slowly slid down from Silas’s back, making sure to use my left leg solely for support, but I still faltered as my head spun, a whimper slipping past my lips from the increasing pain. The black wolf held my attention as he shifted back into his human form. I tried to ground myself in the present with him as my point of focus, but then I just had another unclothed male to stare at, fire breaking out over my face with all the nakedness surrounding me. At any rate, Silas’s intense gaze pinned me in place, causing an electric current to course through me with the one glance alone. I wasn’t able to stop and ponder the implications behind the feeling for now, but I sensed there was more going on here than I was aware of. Inopportunely, i

Silas carried me a few feet into the darkness, letting the others lead the way as he clutched me securely against him, and I felt myself relax as his personal fragrance washed over me. He continued strolling forward with a sure step until I couldn’t see anything, let alone the two males who I knew were ahead of us. Even so, I wasn’t afraid, Silas’s touch grounding me, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t wondering where the hell he was taking me. Initially, I’d heard the echoing footsteps coming from in front of us, but they’d tapered off until I could only detect Silas’s tread. I was about to ask him where the others had gone, but he came to an abrupt halt as I opened my mouth. “Do you think you’ll be able to cling to my back, Bell? Be honest. If you don’t feel up to it, I will find another way to get you down, but Saint and Slade are waiting at the bottom in case anything happens.” I didn’t particularly relish the idea of freefalling through the air, so I made sure I was positive in my

Damp moss and the woodsy scent of oak saturated every part of my being, right down to my very soul, and it even invaded my dreams as I slept deeply. I wasn’t surprised when I groggily opened my eyes, ascertaining that the sheets encasing the downy bed I was laying on were bathed in the smell. Something told me I was resting in Silas’s bed, that this spacious bedroom belonged to him. Rolling over, I went to push up with my right arm to get a better look at my surroundings, glimpsing the soft glow of a crackling fire against the far wall, but my arm buckled with the stress, a twinge spiraling out as I fell face first into the pillow, as a result. A massive midnight-black head popped up from beside me on the ground, next to the king-sized bed, a look of worry evident in his wolf-like features. “I’m fine, Silas. I just forgot about my arm.” I explained, wincing at the lingering ache, but he was already shifting shapes, standing naked in front of me before I could finish my sentence. “