Page 28 of Synnr's Ride

Hanna sank to her knees.

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Jori could feel Kark's eyes on him. Rexx was there too, but he wasn't the threat. If they didn't do this, the mission was over.

But how could Hanna look at him again if he forced this on her?

She said it was okay, but he still wanted to slug Kark and make a run for it. They didn't deserve to see her like this.

Thathe could do something about.

Jori flared out his wings and did his best to engulf Hanna in them. He could feel a crackling energy where his wings hovered close to hers, and it only made his body light up more.

He worried for a moment he wouldn't get hard. This was not the ideal situation, no matter how skilled Hanna's tongue, but when she knelt at his feet and tilted her head up towards him, he was lost.

Hanna's eyes were a spark of light in the dark, and everything else fell away. His heartbeat kicked up, even as blood flooded low, making his cock heavy. It thickened, begging for her attention, and Jori didn't try and hold back.

Gently, he brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead, tucking it behind her ear. Her skin was like silk under his fingers. Hanna closed her eyes and breathed deep.

Then she grinned, eyes still closed, and leaned forward, rubbing her cheek against the clothed cock in his pants.

Jori bit back a groan. If they were alone, he'd give her every noise. But he needed to steal as much privacy as he could.

Hanna ran her hands over his hips, the featherlight touch strong enough to brand him. It was the most charged moment of his life and he was still fully clothed.

But not for long.

With delicate fingers, she undid the fastening of his pants and freed his cock.

She didn't give him a chance to hesitate before licking a long stripe along his cock and then taking his head into her mouth. This time Jori couldn't stop the groan of pleasure, and he didn't care.

His hand hovered over Hanna's hair for just a moment before he clamped down, not quite holding her in place, but guiding her.

Not that she needed it.

Her tongue was a wicked instrument and Jori squirmed under her song. She sucked him deep, taking him to the back of her throat until he was sure she'd choke. Then, just before it was too much for both of them, she'd pull back.

He thought he heard a sound, but it didn't come from Hanna, so what did it matter?

Her tongue brought him close to the edge, pleasure building and building until he was sure he'd burst. It was too much to do anything but that. But Hanna seemed determined to savor it.

And, as much as it should have shamed Jori, he wanted that just as much. This might be the only time he had her like this. She might hate him once she stood, might tell him to go tobrazand stay there for good.

He'd deserve it. Any man who could enjoy being forced into this situation deserved it.

And any man who could resist was a saint.

He needed to find his control and grasp it. If he dug his fingers into Hanna's hair and fucked her face, this would be over in a minute. Distantly, he knew that was what Kark would want to see.

But Kark had no place in this moment. Jori pulled his wings in tighter, heedless of the way they threatened to touch Hanna's.

It was a risk to get so close to another's wings. A Zulir's spark could fry another person with little effort. But Hanna wouldn't do that to him. If she ever planned violence against him, she'd get up close.

She couldn't get any closer now.

He surrendered to the heat of her tongue and mouth, finally curling his fingers into her hair and thrusting. His entire body was alive with need, all of it attuned to the woman on her knees in front of him.

She was everything. And no matter what anyone might think, she was the one in control of this moment.

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