Page 18 of Darkhan

Zeno was still kind enough to move around the room, gathering dirty laundry and scraps of ruined fabric, heedless of his glorious nakedness. Or perhaps that was part of his seduction plan.

She was not so polite as to not stare at his butt for a long second when it came into view.

When her nose was as clear as it was going to get, Harmony finally spotted the simple—but probably expensive—t-shirt that had been laid out for her previously and pulled it over her head. The towel Zeno had wrapped around her hair before had been dislodged with the whole bed-tackling thing, but at least her hair was dry enough not to immediately soak the fabric. She opted not to bother with the gym shorts. She didn’t even know why he owned them.

Did shifters really need to go to the gym?

A low grunt drew her attention back toward the doorway and Harmony found Zeno standing there, staring at her. He had finally donned a pair of black sweatpants, slung low on his hips, but the should’ve-been-thick material did nothing to hide his arousal.

Harmony swallowed heavily and tugged self-consciously at the hem of his shirt, which hung to her thighs. He was so much larger than her. “Should I wear the shorts?”

“No.” He stepped forward, moving straight to her, not stopping until her back was against the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window that ran the entire length of the wall behind hisbed. The man did like his high views. He raked his gaze over her, his eyes practically burning. “Have you calmed down enough to decide your boundaries, Little Dove?”

Too many thoughts swirled through her head. She was probably tempted for the wrong reasons. Surely, she hadn’t known him long enough. So she latched onto that little voice of reason and finally said, “I’m kind of sore.” Her hands came up, fingers settling on his firm abdominal muscles. “Probably I should at least let myself rest before I make a big decision. And you owe me an awesome breakfast.” She smiled, hoping to show she meant it to be funny, before adding a more truthful statement. “But also, I owe you an apology … so I thought, maybe you could teach me…”

Zeno’s breathing faltered, just a little, as her hands dipped beneath his waistband. “Harmony,” he said, almost as if in warning.

She smiled, curled her fingers around his thick length, and stroked slowly. She watched his nostrils flare, his chest rise with a deeper breath, then she dropped to her knees and shoved his pants past his hips. She’d certainly never done even this much before him, but she obviously knew one did not give a blowjob with the pants still properly in place.

Somehow, she thought he looked bigger than before as his dick sprang free.

Zeno buried a hand in her still-damp hair. “If this is what you want,” he said, voice thick and roughened once more, “then open those sweet lips.”

She complied immediately, even sticking out her tongue and sweeping it across his tip.

He groaned. “That’s right, Little Dove. Follow that instinct. I want you to lick me, root to tip. Don’t be shy.”

Harmony swallowed a small flicker of nervousness and leaned closer, letting her tongue make better contact with hiscock. She focused on the way he held her and the low sounds he emitted and soon her self-consciousness was gone in favor of heady excitement. Soon her tongue was twisting around his length, one of her hands taking hold of him again as she licked back up to taste the drop of pre-cum beginning to form. She didn’t wait for his instruction before opening her mouth more and trying to take him inside.

Zeno cursed under his breath. “Easy. Watch your teeth, Little Dove.”

Harmony retreated, licked her lips, and made a conscious effort to flatten her tongue as she went back in. She kept her jaw wide, lips curled close to her teeth like a shield, and after two more tries she had nearly the entirety of his cock in her mouth. She swore she could feel him hitting the back of her throat and fresh tears pricked at her eyes, but his grip had tightened in her hair and he’d emitted a deep, guttural groan that made her own body pulse with need. Somehow it was worth the initial sense of discomfort, knowing she was bringing him that pleasure.

She ran her hands up his thighs, over his abdomen, and finally dug her fingers into his hips as she began to bob her head on his dick. Once she got used to the movement, she went a little faster and started rolling her tongue underneath his length.

He grunted again, bending forward until his free hand was balanced on the glass of the window behind her. “You’re doing amazing,” he said, his breathing uneven. “If you don’t want me pouring down your throat, Little Dove, it’s time to pull off.”

Harmony pressed herself closer, shoving him as deep into her mouth as she could, and hollowed her cheeks on a hard suck. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth as his hand moved to hold her head in place, and again he let out a loud, thrilling roar of ecstasy—and with it, streams of hot cum shot down her throat. Thick, tangier than she’d expected, and almost too muchto swallow, but she was determined to do for him what he’d done for her, so she willed herself to endure. She licked lightly at him as her throat worked to pull down every drop, until Zeno finally tugged her forcefully off his slackening length.

She gasped, relieved for the chance at a better breath and somehow faintly disappointed all the same.

He was breathing hard, chest heaving. His eyes were practically fire when they latched onto hers. “I’ll feed you breakfast in the morning, Harmony. And then you’re going to be mine. Unless you’d rather I eat you out right now.”

Heat flashed through her. She definitely felt a degree of hot-and-bothered, but every time she moved her body reminded her she’d also put it through something new and intense rather recently. “Breakfast would be better.”

He smirked and pulled her off the floor, locking her against his chest. “Let me hold you tonight. I promise to behave. I want you to see what it could be like, to choose me. To choose us.”

The sensual desire that had flickered in her core bloomed instantly into a chest-warming sensation at his words and Harmony smiled. “I would like that. But you should put your pants back on.”

Chapter Eight

Zeno had not been exaggerating.

After waking up more comfortable than she could ever remember, Zeno’s strong arms curled possessively around her. They had climbed from bed and made their way down to the main floor, where she had watched her dragon-shifting lover, still shirtless, prepare a mouthwatering feast of eggs, bacon, potatoes, and lightly toasted bagels for breakfast. She felt as though she’d eaten like a queen. He’d heaped food onto her plate and not made a single expression or uttered an off-word as she ate. That in itself was a dream.

Then he’d hauled her up onto the kitchen island, stepped between her legs, and buried his face in her pussy. Harmony was sure she would die of bliss before she ever made it to a shopping mall. She wasn’t so sure that was a bad thing. When the orgasm crested over her she didn’t even think not to scream, or undulate against his face.

Seconds passed before Zeno stood again, neither of them breathing properly, and his face shinier than normal. “Thank you for breakfast, Little Dove.”

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