Page 38 of The Blood Moon Oath

She immediately kneels and starts to do what I said. Her movements are slow as she prowls towards me, like the perfect kitten she is. When she's finally kneeling between my spread things, I grip her hair and twist it in my hands. "Suck me," I tell her.

I feel the tip of her tongue stroke my cockhead and then I watch as her beautiful lips surround me, her tongue pressing against my shaft. She takes me all the way in and I start to fuck her face.

Her tits are bouncing in front of me and my hands reach out, twisting her nipples. She gasps and my cock goes deeper into her throat. “Fuck,” I groan.

Her eyes are on mine, filled with lust. I’ve never had a girl look at me like that before. It’s like she’s enjoying sucking me. It makes my dick go even harder and my balls tighten.

“Fuck,” I moan, “I’m going to come.”

I look down and her eyes are wide as she watches my cock. “Keep going, kitten.”

She sucks harder and I groan again. This is so fucking good. I’ve had so many girls suck me, but none of them did it like this. Like they loved my cock. Like they wanted to make me feel good.

“Harder,” I growl, twisting her nipples tighter. She moans and her eyes darken with lust.

“Gonna come, kitten.”

I thrust my cock up and push her down all the way on it. I start to come and she continues to suck, taking my load in her throat. I groan and watch my come flood her mouth. She keeps sucking, swallowing every drop I give her until I’m done.

Her eyes look up at me, wide with lust. She’s not done, not even close, and neither am I. I don't think I'll ever be done with my kitten.

I pull her up and kiss her, my tongue slipping in her mouthas I taste my own come on her lips. It makes me feel possessive, loving the fact that she's tasted me now.

I lay her down against the bed and then push my tongue in deeper, kissing her. I’m not sure how long I kiss her, but by the time I pull back, she’s completely relaxed and smiling.

I look at her with surprise and then with lust as her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “That was really good.”

“Glad you liked it,” I murmur.

“What’s that taste?” she asks curiously.

"That's come, kitten. And if I have it my way, you'll be having a lot more of mine."

Her eyes widen slightly at my words, and the blush creeping up her neck is a sight I could get used to. She doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything, just looks at me like she’s trying to decide if she should slap me or laugh.

“Don’t look so shocked,” I say, leaning closer, my voice dropping to a low murmur. “You brought me here, kitten. And you’ve got to know by now I’m not exactly the gentlemanly type.”

Her tongue darts out again, almost like she’s testing the taste, and it sends a surge of heat straight through me. I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face, equal parts wicked and amused. “Careful,” I say softly, “you’re going to make me think you actually want me.”

Her lips part, and she starts to say something, but the door to her room slams open, cutting her off. I straighten immediately, turning toward the source of the noise, and there he is—Alpha, standing in the doorway, his shoulders tense, his eyes cold and sharp as they lock onto me.

“What the hell are you doing here, Torin?” he demands, his voice low but deadly.

I grin, leaning casually against the edge of the bed, as if Ihaven’t just been caught red-handed. “Relax, brother. We’re just having a little chat.”

Kael’s eyes narrow, flicking from me to Sable and then back again. His gaze lingers on her, and I can feel the weight of his emotions through the binding—anger, frustration, and something else he’s trying to bury. “This doesn’t look like a chat.”

“Doesn’t it?” I say, smirking. “We’re getting along great. Aren’t we, kitten?”

Sable looks between the two of us, her expression wary, but before she can respond, Kael steps further into the room, his presence filling the space like a storm. “I didn’t send you here, Torin,” he says, his voice clipped. “And I don’t recall giving you permission to invade her space.”

“Oh, come on,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Sheaskedme to come. Right, Sable?”

Her mouth opens, but Kael cuts her off with a sharp look. “That true?” he asks her directly, his voice softer but no less intense.

She hesitates for a moment, glancing at me, then nods. “I wanted to ask him about the Trials.”

Kael’s jaw tightens, and I can see the flicker of relief in his eyes, though he doesn’t let it soften his expression. “The Trials,” he repeats, as if testing the words. “And what did he tell you?”

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