He released Cass’s wrists and moved down his body in one fluid motion, and the sound Cass made when Riot’s shoulders forced his thighs apart was something Riot was going to hear in his sleep for the rest of his life.
Taste him. Need to taste him. Need to be inside him somehow, any way, now.
“Riot?” Cass’s voice had gone high and uncertain. He tried to close his legs and Riot’s hands clamped on his thighs before the movement completed.
“Don’t,” Riot snapped. “I need to see you. All of you.”
Cass whimpered and covered his face with his hands as he slowly—so slowly it nearly killed Riot to wait—relaxed his legs. Riot pressed his mouth to the inside of Cass’s thigh, just above the bandage, and felt the muscle jump under his lips as he lapped at the slick and fever-warm skin.
Cass gasped. “What—that’s—”
Riot worked higher, pointed pressure tracing through the slick, following it to its source, and the sounds Cass was making kept climbing in pitch with every inch. His thighs trembled around Riot’s head. When Riot’s tongue pressed flat against thattight, wet heat, Cass’s entire body arched off the floor. His hands shot down, fingers yanking at Riot’s hair hard enough to sting, and the sound he made was something between a scream and a prayer, cracked down the middle with shock.
“Riot, you can’t—that’s not—”
That’s not clean. That’s not right. That’s not what that part of the body is for.Riot could hear every Elysian platitude Cass was trying to form and he licked deeper to drown them out. He pushed past the resistance, felt that tight ring of muscle give way against his tongue, and a low moan ripped out of Cass.
“Riot!” Cass was gasping, his hips twitching upward as he pulled harder on Riot’s hair. “Oh heavens, oh heavens…”
“I told you I was going to bury my face in this delicious cunt,” Riot growled, slowly stroking Cass’s cock as he lapped at his hole. He wanted to live here forever, right between Cass’s thighs, drinking him down. He sealed his mouth over his hole and sucked, and Cass screamed.
His body bucked up against Riot’s mouth with a strength that heat-wracked Omegas weren’t supposed to have. His cock was hard in Riot’s hand, leaking steadily, and every time Riot’s tongue pushed inside him his whole body pulsed and dribbled more slick down Riot’s chin.
More. Deeper. I could eat him alive and it wouldn’t be enough.
The only thing Riot could think about was getting as deep inside Cass’s body as physically possible with his tongue, about tasting him from the inside, about reducing him to sounds and shaking and the wet, desperate clench of muscle. Riot let the gold take over enough to devour, let his hands grip Cass’s thigh and cock while his mouth worked with a focus that had nothing to do with altruism and everything to do with hunger.
Take it. Take what I’m giving you. Let me hear you.
“Riot, wait—” Cass’s voice had gone reedy, breaking on every other word. “It’s— happening—again—”
He worked his tongue harder, pressed deeper, devouring him like he would die if he didn’t taste every drop of slick directly from the source.
“Riot, I’m—I’m—fuck, fuck,fuck!“ Cass shattered with his hands pulling Riot’s hair, grinding up against his face with a sound that didn’t have consonants.
His whole body locked and pulsed. Riot felt it against his tongue, felt the rhythmic clenching that tried to pull him deeper, and he kept his mouth sealed against Cass through every shudder while Cass sobbed and shook above him.
Beautiful. Fucking beautiful. And still not enough.
Riot sat back on his heels, breathing hard, and looked at what he’d done.
Cass was spread on the hardwood floor like an offering, tears streaming down his bright red cheeks, his chest heaving. His cock was still twitching in Riot’s cum covered hand.
The gold flared brighter as he justlookedat the wreckage of Cass. Riot was still fully clothed and painfully hard and the taste of Cass was in his mouth and the instincts in him kept screaming,Not enough. Not nearly enough. Need more. Need to be inside him.
He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted copper and used it the way he always did: like a leash made of blood and willpower.
Not inside him. You promised. Steps between. You told him steps between and you are going to keep that promise if it kills you.
“Cass,” Riot panted. “Look at me.”
Cass’s eyes drifted open, his gaze unfocused, like he was looking at Riot from very far away, and the trust in that expression hit Riot somewhere between his ribs.
“I didn’t—” his voice was dreamy and distant. “I didn’t know mouths could do that.”
Riot almost laughed. Almost. “Your body can do a lot of things you don’t know about yet.”
Cass reached for him. “How many more things?”
