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Just 20% more and I'll be done this not good but not completely terrible book. I hate both MCs and I just want it to be over

He’s so deep in denial that I’d need to send a search party to look for him—and that’s if he even wanted to be found. I can’t drink his come and then allow him to keep me at arm’s length. Not anymore.

I wish I could help him, but I don’t know how. So I do the only thing I can: suck his dick.

a solid place to start 😆

“We’ve reached your limit,” Farigoth said. “Now we will go beyond it.”
“Beyond it?”
Farigoth patted his hip. “Yes, my precious human. I can see the plug has dilated you nicely, but it is not enough. You could fit an ordinary orc. You cannot fit me.”

size queen meets orc with a third leg 🤩

I know I'm being ridiculous, but Lachlan is mine. He's been mine since we were ten years old.
Earlier, even.
I only wish he knew that.

🥺🥺🥺

For the first time since he’d been given to Farigoth, Andre felt like what he was: a human sacrifice to appease the orcs and secure a fragile peace. Farigoth had demanded him. Now, he was going to claim him.

💚

First line of the book: Andre bit the pillow to muffle his impassioned groan as he sank the oiled plug into himself.

Man I love Aramis Jordan 🤣🤣 No time wasted here

I beta read this one, so I've read it more than twice but I'm getting credit here for my second read 😆

I’m going to come fast,” I warned him, and his eyebrow perked up along with the corner of his sculpted mouth. 
“You were going to come fast anyway,” he informed me, blinking his long lashes. “I’m really, really good at this.” 

We love a cocky guy who can back up his words 🤩😆

“Do you always have this much precum?”
“Yeah. It’s a lot, I know.” He sounded almost apologetic.
“It’s hot,” I assured him, closing my lips around him and suckling, urging more out into my mouth. “Really hot,” I added, and he whimpered again, his hips twitching up like he couldn’t help it. “You’re going to leak like a fucking faucet when I’m pounding your prostate.”

“You don’t need him,” I said, and he snorted, eyeing me with amusement.
“When did I say I needed him? I don’t need anyone.”
Part of me wanted him to need me, but at the same time that prickly black cat ultra-independent chip-on-my-shoulder emo boy thing he had going on was a big part of what I liked about him so much. Maybe I didn’t want him to need me. Maybe I just wanted him to want me.

My baby's finally learned how to let his man love him 😭🥰😭😭

I never would have thought I’d like being so affectionate with somebody, let alone in public. I just couldn’t get enough of being touched. I rubbed my face against him like a fucking cat. A house cat, I guess, that was me now, just looking for someone to pet me while I curled up in their lap.

They all… think you’re my boyfriend.”
He grunted a laugh. “Yeah? Why would they think that?” he teased me.
“I don’t know. Guess because we hang out a lot. We live together. You come to my practices. I get distracted staring at you. I want to kill anybody that puts their hands on you.”
When the former childhood bully wants to be the only one allowed to touch his boyfriend 🥰🥰🥰

1/4 through the year and so much left to read!!

“Look at you,” he whispered, stroking his thumb over my lips, tilting my head up just a little. “You need so much, don’t you? Don’t worry. I’m gonna give you everything, baby.”

“What are you gonna do with me?” I asked him again, and this time it was more like a game, except I would have done anything. Everything. Whatever he wanted, I wanted.
“I think I’m just gonna have to keep you forever,” he told me, and the whine in my throat was so loud and raw it hurt. “Keep you safe. Keep you happy. Keep you satisfied.” His eyes roamed over me again.
“Keep you sore.”

“I’m going to protect you from everything. Would you like that, baby?”

When you spend long enough watching other people live their lives while you make a living patching up the things that help them leave, you start to realize fixing cars is easier than fixing your own problems. What I do gives other people the freedom to move on.
The means to get out.
Never to stay.

He was wearing another sweater, gray but a different gray than yesterday. I fucking hated sweaters, hated cozy people with their stupid fireplaces and hardback books. His family probably had a cabin. He looked like a cabin person.

💔 He hates people who have warm, clean clothes and safe places to go. Places where they spend time with people who are kind to them. Because he doesn’t have any of that.

“Is everyone here queer?”
“That is why we’re called the Queer Collective.”
“Is it?” A man passing stops in front of me. “I thought it was because we’re queer and Ezra is collecting us.”

😂🤪😂🤪 I'm dead 😂🤪😂🤪

🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Book TEN!!

Cheer’o to bring queer’o!

I am feral for an obsessive, possessive red flag couple 🤩🤤

You’re not stupid, but he has more intellectual range than you

Damn 😆😆

Twenty percent into the book and our MCs have finally met. I wonder if Pelun is thinking what I’m thinking, that Torex sounds more like a mid-rate condom brand than a real name… 😅😅

I love an MC that can find and exploit a loophole with malicious compliance🤣 🤓

Tor was going to do exactly as he’d been told, just his way, so he’d get the exact wrong results.

ah the dreaded arranged marriage dictate from the king... I'm sure everything will go exactly as planned 😂

This book is like a warm hug, or getting inside a car that’s been sitting in the sunshine on a cold day. I don’t know how Briar does it 🥰🥰

The lighter, more accessible You & Me by Tal Bauer. There are a lot of similarities but I loved that book and I love this one too so I’m unbothered by it.

This might be one of the weirdest books I’ve ever read, and that’s saying something 😅