Page 131 of Bonds of Hate

My gaze shifts to him as he flops back down, avoiding my gaze. His words trigger a tickle of awareness, a thread that I know I should chase, if I could just pull together enough brain power to do it.

But I find myself distracted by the flexing muscles as he folds both arms under his head. I study the hard lines of his compact body that are fully on display as he lies on the blankets. His cock is visibly hard as it presses against the fabric of his sweatpants. Even without a knot, I bet it would feel a hundred times better than my own fingers.

“What about you?” I ask, mouth suddenly dry. “Do you hate all women or just me?”

He rubs absently at his chest. “I don’t hate you.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” I murmur sarcastically, though I don’t fight the urge to slip off the mat and slink closerto him. “Though maybe that means we could help each other.”

Cillian is a beautiful man, compelling even with the downsides of his personality. I would want almost anyone if they were trapped in this room with me right now, but that doesn’t change the fact that everything about him is a lure, drawing me closer.

He blinks up at me as I shift closer and come to a stop just at the edge of his nest. “How?”

His heat is further along from mine, though I think he might be better at hiding it. Every muscle in his body is as taut as a bowstring, every inch of skin lightly beaded with sweat. It makes sense that his nervous system is on fire if he went without suppressants for a few days and then took a massive dose of the inducer.

“You finish faster — and harder — when someone else is doing the work for you. Makes the end of your heat come a little sooner.” My fingers play at the edge of one of his blankets, watching his face for any change in expression. “And when it’s over, we could just pretend it never happened.”

His pupils are blown black, the icy blue a tiny ring around the outside that is barely indistinguishable from the whites of his widened eyes as he stares at me. I’m already expecting him to say no as the silence stretches out and I ease back on my heels with a rushed “nevermind” on the tip of my tongue.

He rips off his shirt and tosses it away. “Do it.”

My Omega brain screams at me to jump on him, but I force myself to go slowly because too much aggression might make him change his mind. I crawl into his nest,drawn by the heady mix of our combined pheromones. My fingers trace across the hard plane of his stomach and his skin burns fever-hot against my palm.

He takes himself out before I can, letting his shaft bob against the waistband of his pants without removing them.

His cock is as perfect as the rest of him, long and thick from base to tip without the terrifying promise of an Alpha’s knot. Pale skin glistens under the light, and his scent swells in my nostrils until I practically taste it with every inhale. I stare at him for a long moment, unable to tear my gaze away.

“Maya, please,” he begs.

I decide to use my mouth, even though it isn’t strictly necessary, because of just how good he smells.

The musk of pre-cum on my tongue tastes like the most decadent treat. Salty and sweet, thick and rich. His taste is so good that it makes me moan around him, vibrations playing along his shaft.

His fingers tangle in my hair, not pushing or pulling, just holding on as if he needs an anchor. I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks as I bob my head. His thighs tremble under my palms.

With a dazed sort of recognition, I realize this is the first time I’ve done this simply because I wanted to. Heat obviously puts a unique spin on consent, but in this moment, every part of me is in complete agreement.

My gaze shifts up the long plain of his body to watch his face.

Pale hair sticks to his sweaty forehead as he squeezes his eyes shut, cursing under his breath. I laugh around him, and the vibrations making him hiss out another expletive.

“Fuck, this is good,” he groans. “Don’t stop.”

I pull back enough to tongue the sensitive space under his balls, teasing him. The sound he makes is somewhere between a moan and a howl. His hips frantically buck as he gives a frustrated curse, making me swallow back another laugh.

I’ve never watched a man lose control like this. In any other circumstances, it would be the most fun I’ve ever had.

Cillian lurches forward to grab me by the waist, easily lifting my body over his until I’m straddling him with a knee on either side of his head. In the next second, he rips my underwear off with a hard jerk and drags his tongue along my slit.

Surprise makes me instinctively jerk away. He drags me back by my hips, forcing his mouth harder against me.

He groans, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me. “Fuck, I knew you’d taste as amazing as you smell.”

My whole body jolts in shock, freezing my movements until the thick length of his tongue pushes inside me.

I buck against him, feeling embarrassingly exposed though that doesn’t stop me from continuing to ride his face as the pleasure spirals higher.

When I finally take him into my mouth again, I relax my jaw and inhale, so the tip of his cock presses at the back of my throat. I’m so close and I have an inexplicable urge to make sure he comes before I do.

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