Page 4 of The Butcher

My mother wouldn’t give a shit. I can see the look on her face, hear the tone she’d use if Clay and I walked out of this room after I finished fucking his mouth. Maeve Ambrose would not give one flying fuck, and chances are she’d laugh about it while she made sure we were presentable enough to go to the service.

And good head is good head.

It will loosen me up, it’ll clear my mind, and I don’t doubt at all that it’ll help me figure out how to handle Bryce Harden.

“Take it out,” I say as I give in, a rumble of satisfaction coming from my chest as Clay doesn’t hesitate. He opens my fly and works my pants down my thighs just enough to free my cock, another shot of shortbread hitting me as he does.

I’m already hard and getting harder by the second, it doesn’t take much with him and it’s even easier after a few months of nothing, and knowing he’s turned on by doing this for me drives me crazy. Especially as my beta waits for me to tell him what to do. I fucking love that, too.

We don’t have time for it right now, though.

As soon as my brother gets here, the funeral will start, and my fucking hand is still bleeding all over the floor, so this has to be quick.

“You know what I like, sweetheart. Put me in your mouth and show me.”

And he does.

Clayton spits in his hand before he does the same to my dick, working his saliva from the engorged head all the way to my swollen knot.

That’s where he stays.

As my beta licks from balls to tip, running his tongue between them all the way along the underside of my knot and shaft, then focusing underneath the sensitive head before slipping it between his lips. His hand stays on my knot because he knows what I need, and the way he works it is exactly that.

He hums as he starts to suck, bobbing on my cock as his cheeks hollow out, Clayton twisting his wrist as he strokes and squeezes my knot. Teasing it as his lips stop just above it, teasingmeas the head hits the back of his throat.

No gag reflex.

Clay doesn’t have one and the way he can deep throat is second to none.

And he knows I’d lock in if I could knot his fucking mouth, it drives me insane that I can’t and that’s exactly why he teases me when the situation presents itself.

Normally, that’d earn him a punishment.

Making me wait, teasing me. That’s my fucking game but since we can’t play, Clayton is doing what he wants.

Or so he thinks.

“You want my cum, sweetheart?” I whisper as I move his hair out of his eyes. He looks up at me, bobbing a little quicker, working my shaft with his tongue as I bury the fingers of my right hand in his dark blond hair. “Want your alpha to feel good while he comes down your throat?”

Clayton moans around my cock as I push him down on it, his spit sliding over my knot as he slips his hands under my shirt and over my abs.

“So sloppy.” I tilt my head and watch intently as he starts to take a little more of me down his throat.

I fucking love that, too. When he’s so into giving me head that it gets sloppy and makes a mess of both of us, when it drives him just as crazy that I can’t knot him at all.

“Are you hard, Clayton?”

He nods and lets out another moan, splaying his thighs as I move my leg between them.

“You want me to touch you?”

Another nod.

“You want?—”

“About twenty minutes until… fucking figures.”

We both look to see Nash walk in with a frown then quickly close the door behind him.

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