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“Yeah?” Excitement danced its way along my nerves, accentuating the constant throb of desire centered in my groin.

Shai licked a slow line from the base of my cock to the tip. “You should fuck my mouth. Would you like that?”

I went still. No matter what we’d done, Shai had always remained in charge. But then I had killed for him. Twice, if you counted McIntyre. Although, the jury was still out on whether that had really been for him, or for myself.

When I stayed silent, Shai’s gaze lifted to find mine, one eyebrow quirking. “Don’t you want that, Elijah?”

I ran the tips of my fingers over his brow, his cheekbones, and then finally down to his lips, my thumb tracing the soft pad of flesh, the same way he’d done to me numerous times. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Shai’s bark of laughter sounded loud in the otherwise silent room. “I doubt you could if you tried.”

Was that a challenge? He knew I couldn’t resist one. He’d turned it to his advantage more times than I could count, firing me up to the point where I burned with the need to prove I could do it, no matter what it was. It was the reason I’d never knelt for McIntyre. Well, not until I’d done it for strategic purposes.

There was a glint in his Shai’s eye as I slid my fingers his hair, and he made no move to stop me. He was right. I did deserve a reward, if only for putting up with Grayson’s manhandling when I’d done nothing wrong. Holding Shai’s head still, I pushed my cock against his lips, not exerting much pressure, just testing the waters, testing whether he’d pull back and laugh at me for believing that he would ever allow such a thing.

My breath hitched as he obediently parted his lips and I couldn’t help

but slide forward another inch, the head of my cock resting on his tongue. His surrender was intoxicating, a bolt of pure need ricocheting through my body.

Shai tilted his head back to give me a better angle, his words somewhat

muffled, spoken as they were around my cock. “Fuck my mouth! I dare you. Give me your cum.”

I slammed in, my thighs shaking with repressed need. Shai took it, the

hot, wet cavern of his mouth feeling amazing as I almost withdrew before sinking in again, deeper this time, so deep that I could feel his throat twitching around my swollen flesh. A primal need took over, my hips moving instinctively to use his mouth just as he’d invited me to do.

Even lost in passion as I was, I was still aware that this was Shai. That

the most powerful man in the city was allowing me to use him like a whore. And all I’d had to do was kill his mother. I’d have killed the bitch weeks ago if I’d known that a reward like this awaited me.

Shai made a noise, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through my

deeply embedded cock. I was already close, my balls drawn in tight as I fought the need to come. I wanted it to last longer. Fingers digging in, I committed every detail to memory as I fucked his mouth without mercy.

And then there was no holding back any longer. The illusion of power

was too heady, the tight, wet heat of his mouth too good. My fingers tore at his hair as I unloaded in his mouth, noises I couldn’t recall ever making before spilling from my lips—half a groan and half a shout of pure exaltation. My limbs turned to rubber as I spurted, Shai’s throat moving in a convulsive way that told me he’d swallowed.

Tremors were still running through my body when Shai sat back on his

haunches to regard me silently. Had I really just used him in that way? It seemed I had. Reaching out, I swiped away a pearl of cum that had collected at the corner of his mouth, bringing it to my lips to taste.

“Clothes off, Elijah.”

Despite the wobbliness of my legs, I didn’t hesitate to follow Shai’s

command, shedding my clothes in less than a minute. Shai still hadn’t risen from the floor, his unabashed scrutiny evoking a feeble twitch in my spent cock. Even when I was naked, he continued to stare. “Shai?”

I wasn’t even sure what question I was asking, only that I wanted to break the strange stupor he seemed to have fallen into, one where my body had apparently become fascinating in some way.

A smile spread across his face. He stood, steering me across to the bed with a hand on the small of my back. Once there, he positioned me face down over the edge of my bed, my chest flat, but my ass in the air so that I was on full display. I didn’t care. If Void had done nothing else useful, it had stripped me of any inhibitions.

A rustling sound told me that Shai was undressing. Unlike me, he seemed to be taking his time. The longer it took, the greater the anticipation that built in my gut. “Are you going to fuck me?” Silence met my question. Shai stepped between my thighs, his stance forcing them wider as he parted my ass cheeks to get to the prize between them. Expecting his cock, I jerked when something hot and wet that could only be his tongue started to explore. “Fuck!”

Over the next however many minutes—it wasn’t like I was counting—I was subjected to a thorough rimming that had my cock at full mast again. Shai obviously knew what he was doing. Each lick, each thrust of his tongue inside my hole was designed to drive me crazy. And it did, until I was nothing but a squirming mess against the mattress. When he spoke, his words vibrated against my over-sensitized skin. “Tell me how much you want it? Tell me how you’d do anything to get a cock up your ass.”

I knew what he wanted, what he desired. Long gone were the days where I’d resisted this. “I need it. Anyone’s cock. Everyone’s cock. You can give me to your men if you want. They can all fuck me. One after the other. But I’d prefer your cock. Yours is the only one that can fuck me exactly how I like it, the only one that fills me just right.” I arched up as I felt the familiar blunt pressure against my hole. “Give it to me.”