He tries to buck Grayson off, fingers twitching at his sides toward the phone.
“Nuh-uh. That call’s for me, baby.”
Struggling against the bands of air holding his head immobile, he snaps his teeth. “Fuck you, Grayson.”
The words are quieter than any he’s spoken today. He wouldn’t want his omega to think he couldn’t best his enigma mate.
“Hmm. I don’t think so.” Grayson bites his lip and uses his thumb to pull down Rowan’s lower lip. “Say no, now—and mean it.”
Rowan can only watch as Grayson slowly pulls the front of his sweats down, tucking them under his balls. The action shows off Grayson’s mating bites, his taut abdominals clenching. Seeing that tight V marked with his pack’s ownership never fails to make Rowan’s mouth water.
He does not sayno. He never would. He nevercould.
Instead, he’ll show Grayson where the real power lies when it comes to giving head—and it’s not with the guy with the cock. Luca has taught him that much.
The air holding him down gives way and lifts him into a sitting position as Grayson shuffles backward onto his ass, where he can easily reach the phone.
A firm pressure of air directs him onto his knees, but it’s a real hand in his hair that pushes him down. “Open wide, Ro.”
This kind of play—the fight for dominance—has been their thing for months now. Giving or taking, it’s always a win-win for Rowan. Whether he makes Grayson bend over and beg, or lets him fuck Rowan stupid, it satisfies his wolf. Leaves him calm, content, and eager to do it all over again.
He lets those long fingers pull him in, resisting a little until they yank his hair. The tingle of pain shoots sparks straight to his dick. It doesn’t stop him from taking the perfectly rosy tip of Grayson’s cock in his mouth.
Sucking once. Twice. Grayson groans above him.
“Hey,Angel. Are you coming home soon?”
“Gray, what did you do to Rowan?” Nix asks, breathless.
Isn’t the question more about what Rowan is doing to Grayson?
He pulls back slowly, tongue dragging along the underside, lips stretched wide and wet. He pops off with a smug little smack, hand replacing his mouth as he pumps, watching precome bead at the head.
“Beeeeep. Rowan can’t come to the phone right now. Please try again later,” he chuckles darkly. “You’re okay, though?”
“I’m good. We’re coming now.”
“You’ll be the only ones coming for at least the next twenty minutes, isn’t that right, Rowan?”
He thinks of pulling off so Nix can hear him, but Grayson thrusts up, cock head breaching the back of his throat and making him gag.
“No. Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he drawls breathlessly.
He does it again, the sensation making Rowan’s belly kick and his hole clench. A stream of precome soaks the front of his boxers when he hears Nix’s moan in response.
“Hurry home. Love you.” Grayson drops the phone into the laundry pile on the floor next to them.
“Such a good mouth,” Grayson gasps, voice wrecked. “So fucking greedy.”
The hint of condescension prickles Rowan’s wolf. Without thinking, he sinks a single fang into the slick slit at the crown.
“Oh, fuck—Rowan—” Grayson chokes, followed by a deep groan and a flood of slick.
Rowan’s eyes widen. They’ve never played with sounding before. It’s not on anyone’s menu but Luca and Jay’s.
But maybe they’d just nevertried.
Grayson’s thighs twitch under his hands. His fangs bite his lip, holding back something dark.
