Page 31 of Blood Ties

Squirrel was coming out of the room across from me. He was shirtless and his hair was messed up—like someone’s hands had been all through it.

“Hey, by chance, is there another room?” I quietly asked him.

“Sorry, but no. We have a bunch of brothers visiting from out west. Voodoo’s room is the only one free right now,” he explained with an apologetic wince.

“Shit,” I muttered.

“Problem I can help with?”

“I didn’t realize they put me and Niv in the same room,” I grumbled, trying not to sound ungrateful.

“I thought she was with you,” he observed with a confused pinch between his brows.

“Not exactly,” I hedged, running my hand over my mouth. My damn cock was quite happy to go back in the room and was screaming at me to do so immediately.

Which was why I knew it was a bad idea. Her dad might kill me. Yes, we’d already fucked, but that was adrenaline. It was a terrible idea for me to give into that again, because there was something about her that was different than other women and that was dangerous for so many reasons.

Yet, here we were and unless I wanted to sleep on the floor, I would be stuck sharing the bed with her. Bad fucking idea, but I wasn’t taking the damn concrete floor.

Buying myself some time and doing my best to steel my resolve, I used the bathroom and got ready for bed. In my boxers, I climbed into the bed. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to ignore the scent of her perfume on the pillow. Or maybe that was coming from her hair. Either way, it was drawing me in and I gritted my teeth to fight the pull.

But then, she rolled over.

She snuggled into my side and threw one leg over mine. As she adjusted herself in her sleep, my shoulder became her pillow and one hand rested over my pounding heart. Her damn tits were smashed against my side, and I could feel the heat of her pussy through her panties.

Fuck, I wanted nothing more than to roll her over and do dirty, dirty things to her.

Silently, I bit my lip, and internally, I groaned. My fingers twitched with the desire to touch her. Losing the battle, I reached up and sifted my fingers through her silky black hair. Then I wrapped my other hand around hers that still rested on my chest.

“Alessio?” Her voice was husky from sleep and only made things worse.

“They didn’t have any other rooms. I planned to stay on my side of the bed,” I stiffly announced.

She pushed up to her elbow, forcing me to release her hair and allowing her dark tresses to spill around her shoulders as she stared down at me. “Why?”

“Why what?” I played stupid to buy myself time to get my shit under control.

“Why would you want another room?” The hurt in her tone hit me in the chest.

“Jesus, Niv, I’m trying to do the right thing here,” I groaned as I threw one arm over my eyes. There would be time to figure out what the strange pull she had on me was after we got out of this mess. Until then, I needed to stay strong and be a good man for the first time in my life.

Her hand wrapping around my shaft had me sucking in a sharp breath. I wanted to push into her hand, seeking blissful friction. It didn’t matter that a layer of fabric separated us. But I held strong.

“Who says it’s the right thing?” she whispered, and her breath fanned over my chest.

My eyes popped open as my arm dropped. When her lips brushed across my pec, I practically hissed. Then I almost swallowed my tongue as she slid down and hooked her fingers in the waistband. I kept telling myself I needed to stop her, but hell if I could make the words come out.

Slowly, she pulled them down further, freeing my cock and then gripping it in her hand. I couldn’t have stopped the way my shaft throbbed in response if my life depended on it.

“Mmm,” she hummed in satisfaction.

“What are you doing?” I choked out, though it was a rhetorical question. Then she lowered her head and licked the clear bead of liquid that was leaking out and my hips surged up of their own volition. “Niv.”

Her answer was to lick around the head, then softly wrap her lips around it. She flattened her tongue on the underside as she drew me further into her mouth. The slight scrape of her teeth along the sensitive flesh had me grabbing her hair. When she sucked as she drew back, I wanted to grab her and thrust back in. Each time she did that was a beautiful form of torture.

When I hit the back of her throat, I almost lost my ever loving mind. Each him she repeated her actions, I slipped closer to the edge. Whoever taught her the things she did with her mouth made me want to both thank and kill them at the same time.

It wasn’t long before my control disintegrated, and I threaded my hands in her hair and guided her at the pace I needed. Then my spine tingled straight down to my dick and my balls drew up tight. I tried to pull her off, but she growled around me and squeezed the base of my cock. That was my breaking point because I drove deep into her perfect mouth and exploded.

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