Page 73 of Shifting Fate
“Guess you’re not in the mood, huh?” I joked, pulling my hand away before he could bite it. “Nothing a little cashew chicken and some good nookie won’t fix though.” Winking exaggeratedly at him, I turned on my heel and meandered back into the kitchen.
Tristram was on his phone, no doubt putting in an online order to one of the many oriental restaurants in Northpoint. When he looked back up, he caught my eye. “Told you he was grumpy.”
“I’m not worried,” I replied with a smirk. “I’ll have him wrapped around my little finger before you know it. He’ll beg for—”
“Dallon.” Tristram groaned and held up a hand in the universal “please stop!” signal.
I threw back my head and laughed. “Well! It’s true. Iampretty good with my hands, after all.” Waggling my eyebrows, I sat down at the kitchen table and threaded my fingers together. My wolf whined, but he knew we needed to be patient. Arias would come to us when he was good and ready, but man, he smelled good enough to eat.
Soon,my mind reminded me, and I clamped my thighs together in anticipation.Soon…
Tristram wasn’t kidding when he said he was ordering a feast. The delivery guy was prompt, and in minutes, the entire table was covered in open takeout boxes—sweet and sour chicken, beef and broccoli, cashew chicken, ample amounts of both fried and white rice, as well as potstickers and eggrolls.
I took a big bite and groaned happily. Good foodandgood sex? I was one lucky bastard.
The heavenly aroma of Chinese must’ve reached Arias, because he soon loomed in the doorway. I glanced up, getting ready to ask if he was hungry, but one look at him and my mouth went dry. His eyes were locked on me, sharp and smolder. Intense. I knew if I looked down, he’d be tenting his sweat pants. Knew it. I could smell his arousal from here.
I shivered, my own cock stirring to life. “Come eat,” I insisted, scooting out the chair beside me. Arias stalked over slowly and claimed his seat. When his knee bumped mine, electric tingles shot up my thigh. I bit back a groan and took another bite.
I peeked over at him once more, unable to help myself. Arias was still looking at me like he wanted to eat me and suddenly, the cashew chicken on my plate looked as appetizing as sawdust. No. I was suddenly hungry for something a little…meatier.
I slowly rubbed my calf against his. Arias growled, but it was more of a plea than a warning. He pressed his leg into mine, then dropped his hand to my thigh, his fingers splayed over the denim of my jeans. My breath caught as his hand slid towards my groin. He growled again and squeezed, and I couldn’t hold in my whimper. God yes…
“I think that’s my cue.” Tristram cleared his throat and stood, like he was afraid we might start fucking, right here and now, on top of the kitchen table. He retreated to his room and came back with a bag of belongings, before grabbing his keys off the kitchen counter. He turned back, his voice serious. “If you need anything, call me.”
“Will do,” I managed to say without ever looking away from my mate. We sat there, completely still, listening to Tristram’s footsteps disappear down the hall. The front door opened with a creak, then clapped shut behind him. I heard the thunk of the key turning the deadbolt over, and then silence.
Arias shot out of his chair, his chest already heaving. He gripped the back of my seat, then thought better of it and instead, shoved the entire table out of our way. Before I had the chance to question his motives, I had a lapful of needy mate.
He kissed me hard and fast and hungry. I gasped into his mouth and reached around to grab his hips. His hands pawed at me. One of them gripped my shoulder and the other, the back of my neck. He thrust his tongue between my lips and I shuddered at the wild, tangy taste of him.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, grinding himself against me like I was nothing more than a means to get off, and damn, it was hot. I growled into the kiss, then snagged my fingers in his hair. His entire body quivered, his head falling back. I nipped at his throat, earning another deep groan.
His erection rubbed against the thick seam of my jeans, and he rode me like that for several minutes, whimpering hoarsely with his eyes half-lidded. I slipped my hand beneath the elastic band of his pants and gripped his rock-hard cock in one hand.
I kissed him. Once. Twice, this time, dipping my tongue inside. His dick twitched against my palm when I gave a soft squeeze. I bit his bottom lip, then sucked it into my mouth and he gave in without a word. Still grasping a handful of his blond locks in one hand, I pulled his face away from mine and stared into his hungry shark eyes.
I smirked, raising a brow. “You’re so hard, baby. You want me to do something about that little problem? Hmm?” I stroked him off slowly, loving the drag of his velvety skin against my fingers. Precum beaded on his cockhead, just begging me to suck him off.
He hissed out a yes, his Adam’s apple working. I grasped his shoulders and gave a nudge. When he didn’t get the memo, I pushed a little harder. He stumbled backwards as I stood to my full height before crushing my lips to his. I backed him towards the kitchen cabinets until his hips were pressed against them, then sank to my knees on the floor in front of him.
His moan was almost wounded as I tugged his pants down, freeing him from the fabric. His hands gripped at the edge of the counter and my lips ghosted over his cock. His eyes stared holes into my soul, and in them, I saw his sheer need.
With one hand wrapped around his base, I drew his cock between my lips. He was so much sweeter, ripe with musk and arousal. His flavor coated my tongue. I took him into my mouth until my lips met my fist, sucked, and pulled off again.
I kissed and licked and worshipped his perfect dick, gazing up into his eyes as I did so. He never once looked away, transfixed. I swallowed him down again, moaning softly. My own erection pressed against the fly of my jeans, but fuck it, it could wait. Right now, my focus was Arias. All Arias.
I took his hand and guided it to my hair. His sharp intake of breath told me he understood. He gripped a handful in his hand, then brought the other up to join it and when he began to fuck my throat, sliding deeper and deeper with each thrust, I relaxed and let him take me.
I popped the button of my jeans and jerked myself off with one hand as he used my mouth. He grunted and groaned, his fingers squeezing and his cock testing my gag reflex, time and time again. Saliva dripping down my chin, I grasped his thigh with one hand.
My eyes watered, but fuck… He knew what he wanted. What webothwanted. To use and be used. Pleasure rippled through me with each quick stroke, but despite the beast lurking below the surface? He wasn’t forceful. When I gagged, he pulled back and let me breathe. Give and take.
It wasn’t long before he was shooting down my throat with a rumbling howl, and I was shooting across the tile right behind him. He gasped for breath and leaned back against the cabinets. I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve, the flavor of him lingering on my tastebuds.
I rose to my feet and pressed my front to his, stealing a kiss. “Better?”
He swallowed hard as lust faded and realization took root. “Dallon.”
I bit his lip and tugged. “I never knew you were so kinky.”
Arias barked out a laugh. “I… I didn’t either. How are you so hot?”
“Just comes natural,” I replied with a wink. “But you’d better hope you can get it up again, because I’msonot done with you. I want you to fuck me till I can’t walk straight. Understood?”
His groan was answer enough. “Fuck.”
“Maybe on the couch, this time? Doggy-style? Or you could always bend me in half like a human pretzel? I’m game if you are.” With a laugh of my own, I pulled my pants back up and pranced off into the living room.
Arias wasn’t far behind.
