His hold doesn’t waver as he guides me closer, not taking control but meeting me where I am, matching my pace, my intent.
This isn’t urgency or escape. It’s connection and reassurance. It’s us choosing each other again, here, now, before the world comes crashing back in. His tongue slides against mine. It’s firm and long and sexy as fuck.
“Just to be clear,” I say, pulling back from the kiss, breath still uneven, “if I suck you off—put your cock in my mouth”—because now is not the time for vague phrasing—“your knot definitely won’t make an appearance and latch onto my throat, right?” I’m only half joking as I know logistically the knot is at the base, but still.
“My…cockin your mouth”—his voice drops into gravel, thick with want—“will definitely release, and I would like that very much. But I would never put you at risk by blocking your airway.”
I huff out a breath that almost turns into a laugh. “Good to know.”
“And your cock in my mouth,” he continues, gaze darkening, “is that something you would like, my mate?”
I bite my bottom lip. Every time he says that—mate—it hits differently. Rougher. Hungrier. I already love the rasp in his voice, but when he’s like this, keyed up and wanting, it does things to me I’m not even pretending to control.
“Most definitely.” I nod, then immediately choke out a strangled moan when he cups me, his large fingers sliding over the slit with deliberate pressure.
“Then let us start with you sitting here.”
“Fuck—” My arms windmill as he lifts me without warning and drops me onto his chest. I brace one hand against the wall to steady myself, breath catching. “Bloody hell, warn a bloke.”
Not that I’m complaining.
That thought disappears entirely when I look down and meet the molten heat in his silver eyes.
“Understood,” he says, voice low. “This is your next warning.”
It’s all the notice I get before he drags me closer, positioning me exactly where he wants me—my cock pressed against his lips, his intent unmistakable.
My grin vanishes into a hitched inhale when he leans in and takes me into his mouth.
I grab the first thing I can reach—his horns—and the moment my fingers close around them, Varek moans, the sound vibrating through me as his grip flexes on my hips. He pulls me down, guiding me deeper until I feel myself hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck—fuck…nngh—” Coherent thought abandons me the moment he swallows, clamping down in a way that’s overwhelming—consuming—too much and not enough all at once.
He takes complete control, using me like an icy pole on a brutal Aussie summer day, working me into his mouth with a rhythm that leaves no room to think. I should be the one in control here—I know that—but it’s not even close. Between the pull in my balls and the relentless bliss surging through my cock that vibrates across my whole body, all I can do is hold on and let it happen.
The sensation builds fast—too fast—spiking hard and dragging me under before I have any chance of holding it back.
I come with a broken sound, body pitching forward, vision flashing white as it rips through me. My breath stutters, uneven and useless.
A strong hand braces my chest before I can face-plant into the wall. I grunt out something that might be thanks, then shudder when he eases me back, lifting me off him with controlled care.
My cock slips from his mouth, still hard, still throbbing, like it hasn’t quite caught up to what just happened. I blink down at it, mildly impressed and completely wrecked.
Varek watches me with a soft, satisfied smile as he shifts me again, guiding me down until I collapse fully against him. The low, vibrating rumble in his chest hums through me where my cheek rests against his skin, and it might be the best sound I’ve ever heard.
Comfort.
Belonging.
Home.
He’s pleased with himself. Entirely, completely content with his success at short-circuiting my brain. I can feel it through the bond, the threads between us lit up and humming, satisfaction bleeding through every connection.
But time is slipping.
Reality is already knocking, and I want him to feel this too—not just through me, not just through the bond.
I force myself to move.
