The command sent a thrill through me. I was used to being in control, to directing the action. The idea of surrendering that to Rook, to his raw power and barely contained violence, made my pulse race.
I sank to my knees on the hardwood, looking up at him. "Now what?"
His eyes darkened further, the gold consuming any trace of amber. "Now you show me what that smart mouth can do besides make terrible jokes."
I reached for his belt, but he caught my wrists, holding them captive in one large hand.
"Did I say you could touch?" His voice was pure authority.
"No," I admitted, excitement building.
"Then ask permission."
"May I touch you?" The words came easier than expected.
"You may."
He released my wrists, and I made quick work of his belt and zipper, pushing his pants down to reveal him, thick and hard and already leaking. My own cock throbbed in sympathy, trapped painfully in my jeans.
I took him in hand first, stroking slowly, learning the weight and heat of him. Rook's breathing grew rougher, his hands finding my hair, fingers tangling but not pulling. Yet.
"Enough teasing," he growled.
I smiled up at him before taking him into my mouth, swallowing him down in one smooth motion. Rook's grip tightened in my hair, a hiss escaping through clenched teeth as I worked him with practiced skill.
The taste of him flooded my senses, salt and musk and pure male. I hollowed my cheeks, taking him deeper, one hand bracing against his thigh while the other moved to cup his balls, rolling them gently.
"Fuck," Rook's hips jerked forward involuntarily. "Just like that."
I hummed in response, the vibration making him curse again. His fingers tightened almost painfully in my hair, and I felt the moment his control began to slip, hips moving in shallow thrusts as he fucked my mouth.
I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper, breathing through my nose as he hit the back of my throat. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes from the pressure, but I didn't pull back. If anything, I urged him on, hands gripping his ass to encourage the rhythm.
"Zane," my name was strangled, warning. "I'm close."
I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes, then deliberately took him deep again, swallowing around him. The sensation pushed him over the edge. Rook came with a growl that was pure wolf, his release pulsing hot and bitter across my tongue. I swallowed it all, working him through the aftershocks until he was trembling.
When I finally released him, he looked down at me with an expression that mixed satisfaction with something maybe like wonder. "Get up here."
I stood, my own arousal painful now. Rook's hands immediately went to my jeans, making quick work of button and zipper. His large palm wrapped around my cock, and I gasped at the contact, hips jerking forward into his grip. My pants were gone and I had no idea how.
"On the floor," he ordered. "On your back."
I complied, the hardwood uncomfortable against my bare shoulders but I didn't care. Rook stripped off his remaining clothes, then knelt between my spread legs. His eyes raked over me with predatory appreciation, lingering on my straining erection.
"I'm going to fuck you now," his voice was matter-of-fact, as if discussing the weather. "And you're going to take every inch like the good fae you are."
The casual dominance in his tone made my cock twitch. "Yes."
He pushed my thighs wider, his strength effortless. "Prep?"
I'd been demon hunting for two centuries. Preparation was second nature. With a whispered word and a flash of fae magic, slick appeared, coating my entrance and easing the way.
"Convenient," Rook's lips quirked as he positioned himself, the head of his cock pressing against my hole.
He pushed forward slowly, giving me time to adjust to his considerable size. The stretch burned in the best way, my body opening to accommodate him inch by inch. When he was fully seated, we both groaned at the sensation.
"Move," I urged when he stilled, one hand gripping his hip. "Don't hold back."
