Page 71 of Mortis

“Not really seeing the problem, Lo.”

Arlo pushed away from the desk with a huff and glared down at me. “The problem, Teds, is that I’ve seen that same man standing in that same spot every day for the last week.”

A week.

A week since Kael and I had kissed for the first time.

Seven days since we did . . . a whole lot more than that.

Not that it had been a one-time thing. Kael had slept in my bed every night since I’d first allowed it after he’d carried me to bed. And after our tryst in the kitchen, when I’d said we should do it again, Kael had made me put my money where my mouth was.

Or more like his cock where my mouth was.

He’d been insatiable. The moment my bedroom door clicked shut, he was dragging me towards the bed, touching me every chance he got. I’d eventually made a rule that he had to let me get undressed before getting handsy, seeing as I’d sacrificed too many pairs of boxers to his overeager claws. But once my skin was bare, all bets were off. Most nights I barely had time to blink before my back hit the mattress.

Sometimes his inner beastie joined us, betrayed by the single glowing crimson eye. That was when They were rougher, gripping my wrists until the bones creaked, deliberately nicking my lip with Their fangs so They could lap away the blood.

When it was just the two of us, though, he was softer. Gentler. More hesitant to take what he wanted. He looked at me like I was something precious. A treasure that might crumble if he held on too tightly.

I liked both sides of him.

Of Them.

And I’d come more times this week than in the last year combined.

We still hadn’t fucked. It’d been a while since I’d slept with anyone, and considering the size of what Kael packed beneath that fur, I’d been hesitant to jump straight in arse-first.

So instead, he teased me with his fingers—sans claws, thank god—and sucked my balls dry. His tongue felt incredible in my mouth, but it was nothing compared to the way it wrapped around my shaft. I’d been half convinced he’d accidentally sucked my soul out as I sobbed his name towards the ceiling, my thighs trembling on either side of his head.

And when I finally got my mouth on him . . . well, at first I thought I was going to die.

The moment Kael’s thick length slid over my tongue, he’d instinctively bucked his hips and lodged himself in my throat, cutting off my air. I’d coughed and spluttered while he’d apologised so profusely I’d almost felt bad for him. And eventually, after reassuring him I wasn’t about to kick the bucket, he let me try again.

He’d held perfectly still while I worked him with my mouth until my jaw ached. It was only when I was so worked up I thought I might combust that I snapped, insisting I wouldn’t break and ordering him to fuck my face.

Safe to say, he did exactly as he was told.

Arlo had given me a wry smirk the following morning when my voice came out hoarse.

“Stop daydreaming about your giant stray puppy boyfriend.”

I blinked, refocusing on Arlo. His cheeks were flushed with annoyance, his arms crossed over his chest.

I must’ve zoned out for a while.

Oops.

“You can fantasise about sucking him off later.”

I scoffed and gripped the arms of my chair. “I wasn’t—we haven’t⁠—”

“Oh, please.” Arlo planted his hands on his hips. “The walls are thin, and you’re definitely not quiet. It’s like listening to a live porno through plasterboard.”

My mouth fell open. “Have you been getting off to⁠—”

Arlo waved the accusation away with a look of utter disgust. “Absolutely not. I’ve been watching my own porn with noise-cancelling headphones.”

I rolled my eyes.