Page 102 of Glitched Fates & Stolen Mates

When I looked up through my lashes, Felix’s head was thrown back against the chair, his mouth fallen open in a perfect “O” of pleasure. The sight of him like that—completely lost, completely at my mercy—almost killed me, there and then.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him gasp and twitch. I found a rhythm with my mouth and hand, working him slowly, deliberately, paying attention to every hitch in his breathing, every involuntary movement of his hips.

I wanted more. Wanted to give him everything.

I relaxed my throat and pushed forward, taking him deeper despite the way my throat protested. When I swallowed around his head, Felix let out a whimper, his entire body shuddering.

The glasses had slipped slightly down his nose, and I almost wanted to reach up and adjust them, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop what I was doing. He already seemed absolutely ruined, and I’d barely started.

I took him deeper still, pushing past the resistance until he hit the back of my throat properly. My jaw was beginning to ache—I really was out of practice—but I didn’t care. Nothing mattered except the way Felix was falling apart above me, the way his breathing had turned to desperate pants.

I hummed around him, the vibrations making him cry out sharply. I could feel him shaking, his thighs trembling on either side of my head, and the knowledge that I was doing this to him, that I was the one making him feel this good, almost had me coming into my jeans.

“Kit,” Felix gasped, his voice breaking on my name.

I looked up to find he’d slipped so far down the chair that his ass was barely clinging to the edge, his shoulders pressed flat against the backrest. Any moment now he’d slide straight onto the floor.

With his cock still in my mouth, I hooked my arms under his thighs and lifted, draping his legs over my shoulders. The new position pressed his head firmly against the chair cushion, his neck arched beautifully as he surrendered completely to me.

Felix’s expression loosened—a glassy, trancelike quality washing over his features. His mouth fell open, breath coming in soft, unsteady pants. Every muscle in his body seemed to melt, going utterly pliant beneath my touch. He seemed so relaxed, finally perfectly at peace, like he’d found some sort of blissful oblivion.

Fuck, he was gorgeous like this. Completely undone.

I pulled back until only the tip remained between my lips, then sank down again, taking him as deep as I could manage. My throat stretched around his length, fighting the urge to gag as I swallowed around him. A breathless whine was my reward, Felix’s hips twitching helplessly.

My free hand glided across his stomach beneath his hoodie, feeling the way his entire body was coiling tighter and tighter, muscles jumping under my palm, soft skin damp with perspiration. I moved my hand lower, tracing his hipbone before sliding around to cup the curve of his ass. My fingers explored the warm flesh, mapping every contour before finding the crease between his cheeks. I traced down slowly, teasingly, feeling him shudder beneath my touch.

I pulled off his cock with a wet pop, my lips swollen and slick. “Is this okay?”

Felix made a choked rasp that was half sob, half moan, his entire body arching towards my touch.

Taking that as consent, I pressed one fingertip against his hole—not pushing inside, just applying the barest hint of pressure.

His cock pulsed violently in my hand, his face contorting in ecstasy. Quickly, I dove back down, sealing my mouth around him just as he came, flooding my mouth with his release. The taste hit me like a drug—that exquisite saltiness.

When the last tremors subsided, my wolf took over completely. Frenzied and breathless, I licked and sucked every trace of cum from his skin, wanting to get as much of him inside me as possible. Long, thick strokes of my tongue cleaned his softening cock, tiny nips to his thighs keeping my wolf satisfied as I marked him with my scent.

“I think… I think you’ve got it all,” Felix said shakily.

I reluctantly pulled back, strings of saliva connecting my mouth to his softening cock. “If you’ll let me,” I said, voice rough and wrecked. “I’d like to taste you a little longer. Or a lot longer, if that’s what it takes.”

Felix’s eyes fluttered open, pupils blown gloriously wide. “Oh,” he breathed. “But what about you?”

I glanced down at the painful bulge straining against my jeans, then back up at his flushed face. “The longer I deny myself, the better it’ll be when I finally let go.”

Without waiting for his response, I leaned forward and took his cock back into my mouth, feeling it twitch against my tongue. Felix made a soft sound of surprise, his legs still draped over my shoulders as I settled in for what I hoped would be a very long time.

I started slowly this time, just holding him in the warmth of my mouth, letting my tongue trace lazy patterns along his length. Felix’s breathing gradually evened out, his body melting back into the chair as I stroked his thigh absently with my free hand.

His cock remained soft, but I could feel the tiny stirrings of renewed interest with each gentle pass of my tongue. Felix’s eyes fell shut again, that same blissful expression washing over his features. Soft, unconscious sounds escaped his lips—barely audible sighs and the occasional whispered breath that made my own cock throb mercilessly.

He almost looked like he could stay here forever, letting me worship him with my mouth while the world continued spinning outside his lair.

It didn’t take long—maybe fifteen minutes of patient attention—before he started hardening again in my mouth. Not that I minded. I would have happily stayed there all day, feeling him grow heavy on my tongue, listening to those gorgeous little sounds he made.

My own erection never flagged. Not a chance my cock would deflate with Felix’s cock in my mouth, the taste of him still coating my tongue, his vanilla scent surrounding me completely.

When he was fully hard again, I picked up the pace, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him properly. Felix’s hips began moving restlessly, small instinctive thrusts that made my wolf purr with satisfaction.