“No, that’s your job.” I put my T-shirt and shorts on one of the stuffed armchairs near the door so I could grab them quickly if I had to leave the room. With two humans and Ren on site, I didn’t want to walk around nude.
“Damn right,” Kyle said. “And what else is my job, Tobias?”
The low intensity of his voice sent a thrill through me. When Anax business took all my time and energy, I missed having Kyle order me around and take command of my body. This would probably be the last chance I’d have for it until our wedding night, and my entire being was on fire craving his control.
“Whatever you want.” My voice was hoarse with need, and I could barely get enough breath to speak. “Your job in this room, this bed, is whatever you want it to be.”
“Good answer.”
Abruptly, he grabbed me and yanked me against him as he had earlier. For a split second, the Anax power within me gibbered and ranted against the disrespect. It pretty much always did. But at least it didn’t argue for long anymore. No werewolf had the right to command the Anax…but it was different when the Anaxgrantedthat right. As I had granted it to Kyle from the first time we fucked.
His cock was already hard enough to feel through his slacks, and heat rose off him so strongly I felt dizzy. Without thinking, I moved against him so my stiffening shaft touched his. I half expected him to push me away; sometimes he got pissy if I acted like I was taking over.
But this time, he pulled me closer. “Tell me what you want, Tobias,” he murmured into my ear. “What should I do to you? What are you going to do to me?”
“You said you wanted to suck me.” Through the haze of desire that shoved nearly everything else out of my brain, I at least remembered that much. “And you want me to suck you. We could do it at the same time?”
“Sixty-nine is way better in fantasy than reality. Too much coordination involved.” He chuckled. “Maybe we’ll try that sometime when I’m not so horny for you that I want to just shoveyou down and ram my dick up your ass.”
I shivered at the mental image his words conjured. “You could do that.”
“I could, but as you pointed out, I said I wanted to suck you.” Slowly, he slid his hands down my sides, lowering himself as he did so. Every piece of bare skin he touched seemed to catch fire, and the need to be touched more, to feel his mouth on me, to come, grew so strong I wanted to scream.
Which, I was pretty sure, was something else he’d said he wanted. Of course, I couldn’t scream. Not in a house full of werewolves, most of whom were my guards who would think I was in danger. The last thing I needed was all of them rushing in to save me from getting the shit fucked out of me.
I couldn’t scream out loud. But through our mate bond, I shouted wordlessly, and Kyle laughed as he finally settled on his knees. “Getting you a little turned on, am I?”
“Fuck,” I gasped, because it was the only thing close to a coherent word that I could manage.
He laughed again. “Later. If I feel like it. Right now…” He focused his gaze on my crotch and licked his lips. “I’m going to taste this amazing cock of yours. Suck you until you come so hard you fall over. Which reminds me.” He nudged me backward. “Stand against the bed so when you do fall over, you at least land where I want you.”
Quickly, I moved so the backs of my legs rested against the soft bedcover. Kyle knee-walked forward until he was once again in front of me and looked up through his eyelashes. Seeing him like that, on his knees because he wanted me to feel good, was an incredible turn-on, and I couldn’t help a soft noise that wasn’t quite a moan.
“Quiet.” He moved a little closer, and his warm breath blew over my cock. “Breathe, but don’t make any other sound, Tobias. I want to see how quiet you can be while I do this to you.”
I was okay with that plan, so I didn’t even make a sound to answer him. And then his mouth was on me, engulfing the head of my cock, sliding down the shaft, and I wouldn’t have been ableto speak even if I’d wanted to.
He caressed my thigh and ass with one hand while he used the other to stroke and fondle my balls and the part of my dick he couldn’t quite get into his mouth. Heat built in me, need, hunger for climax and for Kyle, and I tightened my jaw to the point of pain so I would obey his command to stay silent. Which wasn’t easy when he was building pleasure, pushing me toward the brink, and all I wanted to do was cry out his name.
And then I toppled over the edge, my cum filling his mouth while my entire body trembled. I lost any awareness of anything around us, and I didn’t care, because somewhere in the vague thoughts I managed to have, I knew Kyle would keep me safe. My knees buckled, and just as he’d predicted, I fell backward onto the bed, pulling my cock from his mouth and grasp as I went.
When I came back to my senses, he stood beside the bed, hands on his hips, grinning down at me. “How did that feel?”
“Don’t be a wiseass,” I muttered between gasps. Breathing wasn’t quite working at the moment. Neither was thinking. The blood hadn’t gotten back to the right head yet.
He chuckled. “That’s my job, remember? Move over. Head on the pillows, in case you’ve forgotten how to lie on a bed.”
I moved slowly, feeling like molasses was weighing me down, until I was in the position I was reasonably sure he wanted. He quickly—finally!—shed his clothes and lay beside me to pull me into his arms.
“You wanted me to suck you, too,” I murmured, snuggling against him. I was perfectly fine just lying here like this for however long, but I did enjoy tasting him. And as with everything else, too long had passed since the last time I’d done that.
“We’ll get to it.” He pushed my hair back from my forehead. “We have all night, don’t we?”
“I sure as fuck hope so.”
We did, in fact, have all night. But I didn’t get around to sucking his cock. Lying there with him, relaxed after coming and knowing that for the moment I didn’t have to do a goddamn thing, I dozed off. I woke a few times during the night, and eachtime, Kyle was still there, still holding me. A couple of times, he was even asleep.
We stayed there until the first light of morning smacked us in the face through the window whose curtains we’d forgotten to close. And then we got up, showered, and headed downstairs to begin the last day of relative calm before the storm of thenational gathering.
