Page 1 of You Will Obey

Chapter one

Deacon

Thewaterhittingmybody felt refreshing as I showered. Elijah had the genius idea of replacing the showerheads of old with a system that rained water down from the ceiling. Every inch of my skin was getting a proper massage. I could stand under the spray for another hour, but I did need to take care of a few things. I turned off the faucets, climbed out, and grabbed the towel to dry off. I looked at myself in the mirror after wiping away the steamy film. My hair had grown a bit longer because Elijah wanted to see what I looked like with a ponytail. It had been a long time since I’d let my locks grow. I actually preferred for my hair to be shorter. But for him, I found myself doing things I’d normally balk at. For Elijah, I’d do anything.

I towel dried my hair. My bangs hanging over my eyes made me look more carefree than I was. The strands were too short to be tied in the ponytail and it took a great deal of product to keep them in place. A bit annoying to me, but Elijah loved it. He liked to play with my hair, it turned him on, and what made Eli horny was always a win in my book. I sighed and wrapped the towel around my waist and walked out of the bathroom. I headed to my closet and picked out a suit and matched it with the perfect tie and shoes, then carried the clothing with me back into my bedroom. Elijah was now sitting on the bed with his head thrown back, eyes staring at the ceiling.

“Please fuck your wives, Deacon,” he said, then looked at me.

I snorted a laugh. “What?”

“I’m sick of Charlene giving me her best bitch performance every time we cross each other’s paths. When was the last time you gave her some dick?” he asked.

“Well, this is a conversation I didn’t think we’d ever have.” I smirked and placed my suit on the hook protruding from the wall. I walked over to him, kicking his legs apart, and stood between them.

He looked up at me. That gorgeous face giving me his full attention was everything. “And we wouldn’t be having it if your wives didn’t gang up on me to complain about how I’m taking up all of your time.”

I ran my fingers through his thick curls and then tightened my grip, pulling his head back farther. I leaned down so our lips were nearly brushing. “Are you behaving yourself around them?”

Elijah licked my lip, then smiled. “Not really. We kind of exchanged words in the kitchen just now. They’re really pissed at me and you.”

I rolled my eyes, sighed, then released his hair and relented with a nod. “They’re not wrong. It’s been over a month since I last fucked them. I’ll deal with the matter.”

“God, I love your British accent and those sexy dimples,” Elijah said with a seductive tone, the kind that always made my dick pay attention. “Maybe you can tend to your wives later. Right now, I want this.” He grabbed my towel-covered ass and gave it a nice squeeze.

I cocked an eyebrow. “My ass?”

He nodded. “You, all of you.”

I grabbed his chin, applying just the right amount of pressure I knew would drive him insane with lust. “I’m the one who fucks,” I said.

“Then fuck me,” Elijah demanded.

I growled and pushed him back on the bed and he laughed. I slowly unraveled the towel from around my waist and he removed his shirt. My cock was growing harder with every passing second and the more flesh Eli revealed, the more I wanted him. He pulled his jeans down revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear, which I already knew.

“Present yourself to me,” I commanded.

“Yes, Deacon.” He rolled over onto all fours and pushed that beautiful ass of his out for me.

I moaned at the sight and reached out, grabbing one of his tanned buns, giving it a much-needed squeeze. He wiggled his ass, making his cheeks jiggle, and that sprung my dick into full titanium mode. It was so hard, I ached. But I had to eat that ass before I put my dick in it. I dropped down to my knees on the bed and leaned forward, kissing Eli’s cheeks. I ran my tongue over them, because I knew he loved how it tickled and felt good at the same time. I lapped at his cheeks, covering them with my spit before I parted them and licked his sensitive flesh from his perineum up his entire crack. Eli purred and shuddered, then pushed his ass out a bit more, his ball sack brushing my chin as I continued to lap. I circled his hairy, wrinkled pucker, teasing it with the tip of my tongue and Eli cursed.

I smiled, because I loved making him putty in my hands. I stabbed my tongue inside of him, enjoying the flavor of what belonged to me. It was time to really give him the business, so I locked my lips around his pucker and just went to town. Sucking, licking this way and that, and fucking him with my tongue until he collapsed on the bed, unable to hold himself up anymore. I didn’t stop. I wanted to rim him until he soaked the sheets in his pup cream.

“Ahh fuck, fuck!” Eli was panting and squirming on the bed, completely beside himself, just the way I wanted him. By his scent, I knew he was close to blowing his load and I wanted it. I slipped my fingers between his legs, took hold of his cock, and stroked it in time with my tongue action. “Jesus,” he cried out.

I smiled when I felt him grow stiffer, then he roared and shook hard as my fingers were coated with his hot, sticky spunk. I continued to stroke him as he quaked in pleasure, rubbing the head, slicking it with his cum until he rolled away from me, putting distance between us. I sat back on my heels and laughed as I wiped my mouth with my other hand. I looked at my hand that was covered in his cum and I slipped my fingers into my mouth, sucking his jizz clean. The flavor of his spunk was pretty intense. Wolves couldn’t enjoy it on the levels a dragon could, but some of us for sure loved the taste of it.

“Fuck,” Eli moaned, then twitched again and tried to scoot further up the bed, but I grabbed his ankle.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I asked.

His chest heaved and he held a hand up as if surrendering. “I… shit, baby… I just need… a minute.”

“Too sensitive right now?” I teased and reached over, flicking my finger against his wilting cock. He jerked and slapped my hand away.

“Asshole,” he grumbled.

I laughed then. “I see that I need to put something in that foul mouth of yours.” I crawled over to where his head rested and grabbed a handful of his hair, lifting his face to my hard cock. “Open it.”

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