Page 22 of Feeding Frenzy

Peeking up at him under my eyelashes, I flicked my tongue across the tip. His lips parted with a heavy exhale.

I gripped the base of his bobbing cock. Warmth radiated from the thick shaft. I squeezed, causing him to grunt. More droplets of cum accumulated at his tip. My mouth watered and I leaned forward to pop his tip into my mouth.

His abdomen flexed with the flick of my tongue. With my free hand, I traveled it up to graze across his happy trail. The thin line of dark hair was soft and oddly alluring. I rubbed my fingertips against it.

Tipping my chin up, I relaxed my jaw and took more of him between my lips. The corner of my mouth stretched, and I angled to fit him better.

“Take all of me.” He groaned deep and loud. “Just like that.”

Moisture gathered between my legs, dampening my undies. I worked my mouth over him until my lips touched my hand where I gripped the rest of his girth that I couldn’t fit. A mix of cum and my spit coated his shaft, making the glide smooth. I rubbed my tongue against the steel of him to gather more of his taste. His hips jerked forward, but he didn’t take his eyes off me as his eyelids lowered.

I set a steady pace of gliding my mouth up and down his shaft. “What a good little human.” His throaty voice caused my channel to pulse. I lost myself in licking him up, in his taste and those sounds he made that were maddening, driving my desire to a painful pinnacle. I squeezed my thighs together to assuage some of the pressure I needed, but it was a poor substitute to his cock.

This was about enjoying him . . .

And a small, worried part of me wanted to prove to him that I could be whatever he wanted, if he only stuck by his decision to stay with me.

Sigh, I definitely had issues.

Ren moaned and his hips thrust, driving his tip against the back of my throat. I gagged, and he erupted.

I swallowed each jut from his cock, drinking him down like the delicious vampire vanilla smoothie he was.

I hummed around him, not releasing his softening shaft. I swirled my tongue around his tip and caressed the cock with eager flicks. His grunt was accompanied by a throb of his steel as it regained its former stiffness.

“More,” he grunted. He pulled me up into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist and in the same motion he slid into my channel. The towel slipped off me and pooled on the floor.

My whimper cut off my shout. Ren pinned my back against the wall and thrust into me, once, twice. I gritted my teeth but sounds struggled to escape. He withdrew his cock and slammed into me again.

“Moan for me, Kitty Cat.”

“What if she hears us?” I gasped, mostly mocking his comment from yesterday.

He rammed his hips against mine so hard my teeth rattled. The thrust wrenched free a moan.

“I don’t fucking care. She can’t do anything to me.” The extra emphasis on ‘me’ set off alarm bells.

Did that mean she would do something to the others? Ren chased my worries away, sliding into me with frenzied thrusts.

I ate up every second of it, swallowed by his lust.

SEVEN

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The cold cementof the bench reached through my clothes and coiled around my bones. I shivered, rubbing my arms. Nights were becoming freezing, and my damp facemask wasn’t helping, but I’d needed fresh air after trapping myself in Asher’s room.

I’d gotten a few chapters done of the Historical Romance I was working on. Nothing would come of it, but I didn’t care. It was an escape from my reality.

I tugged the fluffy robe tighter around me. Upon further inspection of the wardrobe, I’d discovered some new items had been added, soon my stuff would overtake Asher’s. Slowly but surely, I was collecting a semblance of a life but how long would I be able to keep it?

Something tickled my leg, and I yanked away, eyes widening on Binx.

“What do you want?” Binx rubbed his head into my leg. Jax could only show affection as a cat it seemed. I raised my legs on the edge of the bench, away from him, and dropped my chin on my knees.

He turned back into a human. The change was sudden and honestly, frightening. Jax appeared kneeling in front of me. Hesuddenly clasped my face, thumb against one cheek, and pointer finger gripping the other. He squeezed gently, but it was enough to block whatever words were trying to escape my lips.

“What the fuck is on your face?” Although the words were aggressive on their own, his tone was oddly soft. His accent thickened his voice.

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