Page 265 of Psycho Pack

"Fuck," he pants, his head falling back.

I start to stroke him, marveling at the velvet-soft skin over steel hardness. He leans back against the cliff wall, and I can tell he's trying not to breathe, not to lose control.

My hand moves slowly up and down Valek's length, savoring the feel of him. His choppy white hair falls forward over his silver eyes as he watches me, panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly. The scent of his alpha musk is growing stronger by the second.

I drop to my knees in front of him and his breath catches audibly. His hands clench at his sides, fingertips digging into the rough stone of the cliff face. The tension in every line of his body stands out in stark relief as he fights to keep still.

I lean in, my breath ghosting over his cock. He's so hard, the head flushed and glistening. I flick my tongue out, tasting him, and Valek hisses through clenched teeth.

"Fuck," he groans. "Little omega, you're going to be the death of me…"

I smile up at him, maintaining eye contact as I wrap my lips around the head of his cock. The metal of his piercings is cool against my tongue, a delicious contrast to the heat of his skin. Valek's hips jerk forward involuntarily, and I have to brace my hands on his thighs to keep from choking.

"Sorry," he pants. "It's been so long... you feel so good..."

I hum in acknowledgment, the vibrations making him shudder. Slowly, I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I suck. The salty taste of him fills my mouth as his cock dribbles precome down my throat.

Above me, Valek is falling apart. His head is thrown back, exposing the long column of his throat. His chest heaves witheach ragged breath. But it's the sounds he's making that really get to me. Low, frantic choking growls he's clearly trying to stifle.

Just when I'm starting to wonder if someone's going to hear him, he clamps his hand over his mouth and bites down, muffling a snarl. I feel a surge of pride at being able to make him lose control like this.

The great Valek, undone by my mouth.

I set a steady rhythm, bobbing my head up and down his length. My tongue traces the piercings at the head of his cock on each upstroke, making Valek's muscular thighs quiver and twitch beneath my hands. His free hand comes to rest on the back of my head and tangles in my hair, not pushing, just a gentle pressure.

I glance up at him through my lashes. The sight makes me dizzy. Valek's eyes are squeezed shut, his face a mask of exquisite ecstasy. His hand is still pressed firmly over his mouth, but I can see the way his jaw works as he bites back moans.

The need to hear those sounds, to make him fall apart completely, drives me to redouble my efforts. I take him deeper, relaxing my throat to accommodate his impressive length. When the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, Valek's hips buck wildly.

His sniper rifle, still slung over his shoulder, clatters against the stone cliff face. The sound is jarringly loud in the relative quiet, and we both freeze.

For a long moment, neither of us moves. I stay perfectly still, Valek's cock heavy on my tongue, as we listen for any sign that we've been discovered. But there's nothing. Just the whistle of wind through the rocks and the pounding of my own heart in my ears.

I pull my head back, letting his cock bob free. "Shhh," I whisper before licking up all the way along the length of hisshaft. He makes a strangled noise and bites down harder on his hand.

Blood trickles down his wrist.

The sight is enough to make me snake my hand under my clothes, my fingers immediately finding my throbbing clit as I keep sucking his cock with renewed vigor. The sooner he comes, the sooner we can get to safety.

The danger is part of the fun.

My fingers circle my clit as I take Valek deeper, hollowing my cheeks around his length. I'm so wet already, my slick coating my fingers as I touch myself.

Valek makes the mistake of glancing at me and his eyes go wide, pupils dilating until the silver of his irises is barely visible. The realization of what I'm doing while I suck him off makes his whole body go rigid, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding still.

I pull back slightly, focusing my attention on the head of his cock. My tongue swirls around the piercings there, tracing the cool metal. At the same time, I increase the pressure and speed of my fingers on my clit. The dual sensation is almost too much and I have to slow down to keep myself from coming first.

Valek closes his eyes tight, his brow knotting, so he doesn't come from the sight of me. His throat bobs as he swallows compulsively. The moment he starts to unravel is obvious immediately.

The hand in my hair tightens.

His hips stutter, losing their rhythm.

Blood trickles down his forearm in rivulets.

The broken, muffled snarl that escapes him, muffled by his bleeding hand, sends a jolt of heat straight to my core. His whole body goes taut as a bowstring. And then he's coming, spilling down my throat in hot pulses.

I swallow greedily, not wanting to waste a drop. I come at the same time, white-hot pleasure radiating out from where my fingers still work against my clit. I moan and purr around Valek's cock, my lips brushing against the edge of his swollen knot, the sound resonating through both of us.

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