Page 81 of Sticks and Stones and Broken Bones

He ripped open my trousers, wasting no time in pushing them down so he could access my aching cock. And gods, how it ached, and the moment he touched me was a moment of sweet, blessed relief.

His hand wrapped around my length with a firm grip and the moan that left my mouth was absolutely sinful. It was guttural and full of all those moments I’d held myself back. But now I was free, and that was due to the man in front of me. The most unlikely of people.

Up and down his hand went, pumping me with a speed that had black spots dancing at the edge of my vision. All the while, his tongue wrapped around mine and I dragged his taste into my mouth until I was completely, and irrevocably, addicted.

“That’s it, vulpe. Give it to me. Cum all over my hand and scream my name while you do it.”

The base of my spine tingled, my balls drew up and I was powerless to stop the orgasm as it ripped through me under Hawk’s touch.

I screamed his name, my toes curling in my shoes as Hawk swallowed every sound that I uttered like he’d demanded them from my body. Cum shot from my dick, coating his hand. Hawk’s grin was absolutely fucking feral as he worked me to the point it started to feel more like a punishment. Not that I found that off-putting.

All ability to think flew out of the window. There was nothing except the pleasure coursing through my veins and the man that was Hawk.

When I could think again, I released my grip on Hawk. He stared down at me with fascination and appreciation in those amber eyes and I preened under his gaze. I felt seen. Like he saw everything about me and wanted me anyway. Raevyn looked at me the same way. Like she saw all my faults and wanted to love me anyway. It was terrifying and thrilling and I wanted to bask in the sensation it caused to run riot through the dead muscle that was my heart.

I grabbed Hawk by the waistband, hauling him towards me and yanking his pants open, moving his pants out of the way and letting his cock spring free.

Holy shit.

It was a monster. Thick and huge just like him.

I had to taste it. I needed it in my mouth.

I sank to my knees, refusing to look up at him in case I saw something that halted my movements. I just wanted a taste. To give him the same pleasure he’d given me. I licked the underside of his cock, running my tongue up the length of him before sucking him into my mouth. I’d never done this before, so I wasn’t going to go straight in and gag on him. Although, the fucker would probably like that. No, I centred my attention on the head of his cock, circling the tip with my togue, flicking his slit and lapping up his precum. It was sharp on my tongue, and I’d never known anything that could feel so wrong but also feel completely right at the same time. But it did. This fucking did.

“Vulpe…”

My dick tried to rally again at the dark rasp of his voice. I didn’t even know what it meant. Didn’t care. I just wanted to hear it again. Hear that note of tension bleeding through the sounds and knowing it was there because of me. He said it like a fucking prayer and, as I revelled in the heavy weight of him on my tongue, I made myself a promise that I’d bring him to his fucking knees.

I gripped his ass, taking him deeper, pushing him against my gag reflex. I choked and sputtered and Hawk fucking groaned. He sank his fingers into my hair, holding my head in place whilst he sank his cock deeper into my throat. I swallowed around him until he was buried in my airway. Jeez, I hoped he bruised my throat. I hoped he marked it as his.

“Gonna cum,” he moaned, warning me. He tried to pull away, but I dug my fingers into his ass to hold him in place. “Okay, vulpe. As you wish.”

The bitter taste of him exploded on my tongue and I drank him down. I couldn’t manage it all and some of it spilled out the corners of my mouth and down my chin. It was filthy. Dirty. And I fucking loved it.

I released him from my mouth and finally looked up into his face. Bliss softened his features and a genuine smile played about his lips. He was fucking beautiful.

His eyes hit mine. “Thank you, but nothing is as beautiful as you on your knees with my cum dripping down your chin.”

Fuck. I’d forgotten about the whole mind reading thing. I’d have to censor my thoughts around him.

He cocked an eyebrow, as if he were daring me to act on that thought.

I chuckled and climbed to my feet on shaky legs.

He pressed his mouth against mine in a soft kiss, another tender touch that was so at odds with the harsh lines of his appearance.

“Thank you for trusting me,” he said as he tucked me pack into my pants. It was strange, having someone else dress me, but I realised I wasn’t opposed to it. It was… nice.

I brushed my thumb over his bottom lip and a sudden thought crossed my mind. “Don’t you ever feed?”

He cocked an arrogant brow. “Why? Are you offering?”

My dick twitched behind my zipper which the bastard felt seeing as his hands were still in that realm of my personage. “Just curious.”

He pressed a kiss against the side of my neck. “One day I’ll sink my fangs into your neck and give you so much pleasure you’ll think you’ve gone mad.” He pulled back and gave me a warm look. “Until then, the house gives me what I need.”

Ah. Of course it did.

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