Page 102 of Power of the Mind

He shifted to the edge of the couch and without preamble, took me down his throat. I closed my eyes and enjoyed all he had to give. Every effort with Diem was a gift.

Instead of touching me, Diem shoved his own pants down his legs a few inches and jerked himself. For a guy who struggled to be physical, he wasn’t inept when it came to blow jobs.

I got lost in the sensations, savoring the warm, silky glide of his tongue up and down my shaft. Humming as pleasure seeded in my lower belly and bloomed through my veins. When he grated his teeth over the tender underside of my cock, I gasped and secured a hold on his head, digging my fingers into his scalp.

“Jesus. Fuck me.” The mixture of pleasure and pain was intense but insanely erotic.

He did it again, and my knees quivered.

“Why the fuck does that feel so fucking good?”

Diem growled and ramped up his game. Licking. Sucking. Grating his teeth every third or fourth time he made a pass. When I quivered near the edge of insanity, ready to blow my load at any second, Diem pulled off and leaned back, spreading his thighs as he continued to work himself.

I was surprised he’d lost his pants altogether. He wasn’t one to willingly get naked, but they were gone. The wolf and the compass were on display, as were the trauma they covered.

He caught me looking and growled, “Sit,” as he motioned to his lap.

The only demands Diem had ever made during sex were always the impersonal kind. Ordering me to get on the couch—always facing away—so he could fuck me senseless in the most detached way possible.

Inviting me onto his lap was new.

“Condom?” I asked, motioning to the partitioned bedroom area.

Diem growled and repeated through clenched teeth. “No. Sit.”

I didn’t fuck without condoms, and even if I did, there was no way in hell I could take Diem without lube.

Unsure of what he was asking but trusting him, I straddled his lap. It took me a second to catch up to what he wasn’t asking. He didn’t want me to ride him. He wanted to jerk us together, only he didn’t have the words to say it.

Once I understood, I moved closer, lining up our cocks so he could take them both in his oversized hand.

I chuckled as he wrapped his fingers around our lengths. “Fuck, Guns. This isn’t fair. I have never a day in my life been self-conscious about my size, but you make me look small.”

A choked-off strangled noise left his mouth. If it was a laugh, he smothered it quickly and offered a Diem-intense growl instead. I knew he was telling me to shut the fuck up, so I did.

I tried to read his cues, ensuring I didn’t cross any invisible lines, but Diem was lost in pleasure. His walls, although not completely dismantled, were less guarded.

He tipped his head against the back of the loveseat, the long stretch of his neck exposed, eyes closed as he worked us. I rarelysaw him this relaxed and took advantage, licking a path over the stubbled arch of his Adam’s apple and along his jaw.

He groaned and quivered, hand moving faster. I panted next to his uninjured ear, breathing hot gusts of air over the sensitive skin, telling him “yes” and “oh god, D” and “it’s good. So fucking good.”

“Tallus.” His voice was barely audible. Strained. A whisper. A prayer.

A question?

“What do you need? What can I do?”

He didn’t answer, but I read the yearning in every line of his body.

“Tallus,” he rasped again a few minutes later, turning his head and nudging my cheek. Pleading for something he couldn’t articulate.

“Say it, D.”

He didn’t. But I felt the power of the words he couldn’t use in my core. A lifetime of suffering kept them suppressed.

I found his mouth and kissed him. At first, he went still, his hand faltering. Uncertainty reigned. I lifted my mouth a fraction. “You can do better than that, Guns. Kissing isn’t rocket science.”

His wary gaze met mine. There was a pause. A hesitance. A heartbeat of time when I was certain he would tell me I was wrong, but he didn’t. Our lips brushed together, and there he was, the dormant Diem I knew lived in the shadows. The man who wanted this as much as I did.

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