The Untamed – The Wild Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Suspense, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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I wish I could tell her about earlier. When Ryder got so close we almost kissed again and it might’ve been with tongue had I let it go on. I want to explain to her that he was playing a game and it hurt so damn much when I realized it. Our brother hurt me and now he’ll leave us too, which means the hurt will never go away.

Even though she was upset with me for holding back what Ryder told me, and then my snapping at her, she appears to be over it.

Unusual.

Raegan is a master grudge holder.

“What are you so happy about?” I grumble, playfully tickling her side.

She laughs, her warm breath tickling over me. “That Mya bitch will be gone soon. We should have a party to celebrate.”

“I’ll bake a cake,” Destiny offers.

“I’ll bring the booze,” Sadie chimes in.

“It’ll be a go away party,” I offer, “instead of a going away party.”

All three girls crack up laughing. When it settles and Destiny and Sadie go back to their quiet conversation, I turn my attention back to Raegan.

“I’m sorry for being a dick earlier.” I kiss the top of her head. “You forgive me?”

“Meh,” she teases, “I think you could grovel a little more.”

I smile up at the ceiling with Raegan glued to my side, listening to the sound of rock music and the giggles come from across the room. Today has gotten significantly better now that I’m here.

Tomorrow, everything will be even better.

Everyone will be gone, and maybe just maybe, we can convince Dad to let Ryder stay.

Then, finally, everything can get back to normal.

* * *

* * *

Screaming haunts my dreams.

I can’t seem to get Kristen’s crazed yelling out of my head no matter how much booze I downed last night. All it succeeded in doing was give me a migraine along with my nightmares.

Chet or Wild coughs loudly and then begins their usual snoring.

Sleeping, apparently, isn’t in the cards for me.

My mind is a mess. Knowing I have to leave soon to go back to town with Wild’s family is absolute torture.

I don’t want to go.

I don’t want to leave my people…especially Ronan and Raegan.

But maybe Dad is smart about some things. Left to my own devices and I’ve managed to kiss both my siblings. I’ve touched them both in places no brother should.

I know what it feels like to have Ronan’s hard cock pressing against my palm or the soft, smooth skin of Raegan’s perky breast. And fuck if I don’t commit both those memories into my brain forever.

I’ll need it to get through the next few months or years.

Alone.

On the hunt for a wife I don’t even want.

My thoughts drift back to the pantry. When I’d wanted to distract Ronan from me telling him the truth. He’d accused me of playing him, but I was a hundred percent on board with the idea of capturing his mouth with mine, kissing away all the questions he’d had.

And then what?

Would he have let me touch his cock again?

Could it have gone further?

The thought of someone catching us like that in the pantry, particularly Mom or Dad, has bile creeping up my throat. Nausea hits me in a wave. I pull the pillow tight over my face, hoping to get lost again in the replays of the day.

Which brings my thoughts to Rae.

Holy fuck had that been intense.

She attacked me and cut my damn chin, but then she let me turn the tables. I kissed her like I was starved for her taste. My dick ground against her, aching for relief. The best part was, I pinched her hard nipple and would have found a way to get it into my mouth had Kristen not screamed.

Again.

As though that memory is on repeat, I hear it again. Far away. Repeated several times.

Chet has a coughing fit. And then, so does Wild.

What the hell?

I jerk my pillow off my face and am met with the smell of smoke wafting through the air. At first I think it’s a nightmare come to life, but then I quickly realize it’s not a dream.

“Wake up!” I yell, my voice croaking with sleep. “Wild, there’s smoke!”

Wild curses and then shoves his foot into Chet’s side. “Dude, wake up. Fire.”

Chet scrambles up quickly but then has a coughing fit. While he tries to catch his breath, I shove on my boots and burst out of the cabin. Thick smoke covers everything around me, limiting visibility to barely an arm’s length in front of me.

What the hell happened?

Through the orange hazy smoke, I realize the fire is coming from the big house. As I race toward it, I discover nearly half of the home is on fire.

“Mom!” I yell into the house, shying away from the immense heat of it. “Fuck, Dad!”

Nothing.

And then I hear it.



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