Page 16 of The Alpha's Warlock
“If you come in my mouth, we're done,” I said.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, and tipped his head back, panting, his eyes sliding shut.
Well. That was encouraging. I hid my smile by ducking my head and taking him in my mouth in one long, slow glide.
I couldn't get it all. I couldn't even get half of it. But I worked my tongue around in swirling circles, and I suckled on the head. He tasted amazing, hot and clean and musky, and yeah, my hard-on was roaring back to life. I wrapped one hand around the base of his cock and squeezed, digging the fingers of my other hand into his thigh.
Salt burst on my tongue, and his hips bucked up minutely. “I can't — Nate, I don't think I can —” A ripping sound startled me up, and I was just in time to see bits of fabric and stuffing go flying as his claws dug furrows into the mattress. His cock came out of my mouth with an obscene pop.
At least werewolf strength would make flipping the mattress easy later on, but for now, fuck, he wanted me so badly and I wanted to give it to him — but no, not yet, he hadn't begged yet. I went back to work, sucking and licking and making him even impossibly harder. One of his hands flailed in the air before he jerked it back, not quite making it to the back of my head.
I pulled off again, still jerking him off, keeping my mouth so close that my breath brushed over the swollen head. “That was moving, Ian. Maybe I should've tied you up, if you can't keep yourself in line.”
“There aren't —” I gave him a long lick from base to tip. “Uhhh, fuck, there aren't — any ropes — that could hold me right now, Nate,” he choked, and I looked up to find him staring down at me, eyes wide and wild and glowing.
Ian was practically vibrating under me, and his claws were buried so deep in the mattress I wondered if flipping it would even help at this point.
After a second it hit me that the vibration was a growl so low it was almost out of the range of human hearing. All the hair stood up on the back of my neck, and my cock went so rock-hard it was probably making another hole in the mattress.
And he still. Wasn't. Begging.
I redoubled my efforts, licking all over the head of his cock like it was the best ice-cream cone I'd ever eaten.
“Nate, please,” he moaned. “Jesus fuck, just fucking do something!”
And there it was. Finally. Maybe I could've milked it, but the shock of satisfaction and sheer, bone-tingling arousal that zapped through me was enough to have me up on my knees, fumbling for the lube.
“Yeah, just a second, let me get ready,” I gasped, and was immediately dragged down into a bruising kiss, his clawed hands around my ribs — with the claws kept away from my skin, except for the lightest prickling pressure.
I kissed him back, tongues dancing, those little points of danger along my sides only driving me higher. Pain wasn't my kink, and if he'd dug them in I'd have screamed and kicked and probably taken him apart with magic. But his restraint, the careful way he was making sure not to hurt me even while he was too overwhelmed with his own desire to control his shift? Thatwasapparently my kink.
Fuck me, but it was so good.
“Yeah it is, and I will, just fucking get the lube already,” Ian said against my neck, lips dragging over my pulse and then latching on.
Aaaand I'd said that out loud. Face burning, I fumbled my slicked-up hand behind me and pressed two fingers inside, wincing a little at the sudden stretch.
I rode my fingers, making little sounds as I moved, and Ian groaned and bit my neck. “You're making me crazy. You're so fucking beautiful, Nate, hurry up.”
Oh, fuck, he couldn't justsaythings like that. I wedged a third finger in next to the first two, worked myself open for a minute, and then called it good. I couldn't fucking wait any more. Ian's cock was nudging behind my balls, so ready to get in me, and gods help me, I was ready too. I hadn't been this hard in years. Maybe ever. Fucking mate bond.
If it even was just the mate bond. And Ireallydidn't want to go there.
Getting lined up took me a second, and then I was hovering over him, his cock pressing against my entrance. I pushed down. And fuck, but it was big, and perfect, and hot, sliding into me. I had to brace myself on his shoulders to lower myself down slowly enough, but my thighs were shaking, and my breath started coming in quick pants.
“Ian,” I gasped. “Can you — can you get the claws under control? I need —”
“No, but can I move now?”
I nodded jerkily, and in a dizzy instant he'd flipped us over, his cock still lodged inside me. I landed on my back and the breath whooshed out of me. When my vision cleared, he was kneeling between my legs with his fists braced on either side of me, claws tucked into his palms.
“You're bleeding, you have blood on your hands —”
“Don't care,” he grunted. “Long as it isn't yours.”
He pulled back and then pushed, long and hard, entering me all the way in one smooth motion.
And then again. And again. And again, as I wrapped my legs around his hips, and again, as I dug my fingers into his biceps and squeezed, urging him on, pulling him as close as he could go. This wasn't anything like the first time. This wasn't like anything I'd ever felt, not with Jared, not with my handful of other lovers.Fucking fuck, when had I lost control of this? Of myself?
