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“I thought you needed the reminder. She’s involved in this. The questions we have to ask might get more uncomfortable.”
“You’re a dick.”
Pressing my hard cock against the curve of his ass, I moved my lips down his neck to the curve of his shoulder and bit down. “You knew that already.”
“I can’t believe you’re turned on right now. I was ready to kill you. Or take out your balls.”
His voice was getting breathless, though, and I knew if I reached my hand around, I would feel the bulge in his pants. Matching mine. “I wouldn’t have let it happen,” I said, moving my hips to grind against him. “And you would have stopped. You’re not a mindless animal, Cas. Not even when the fury overtakes you.”
“It fucking feels that way,” he muttered.
Caspian pressed back to meet my hips, not letting me have an inch of distance. Not that I wanted any. I sucked a hickey into his shoulder, wishing not for the first time that it would stay long enough for someone to see my claim on him. His pictures of the marks were no secret, and I sometimes perused them myself. My favourite was a picture of his ass, red from a spanking and covered in hickeys and a few very visible bite marks.
Keeping his arm pinned behind his back with one hand, I used my other to slide around and palm the bulge. He groaned and leaned his head against the brick, cushioning his forehead with his free hand. “Here?”
“Why not?”
I could make us invisible, but there was no point. Wrapping the light around me at night was taxing and would distract me from the pleasure, and people wouldn’t notice or care about us down this alley. People did this all the time. My hand found the fly of his pants and yanked the zipper down, my rough hand palming the soft skin of his cock. Caspian’s moan was more like a whimper, bucking his hips forward into my hand and then back against my cock.
When I released him, he whined, but I didn’t leave him wanting for long. Spinning him so his back was against the building, I dropped to my knees on the dirty cement. “Shan…” he whispered my name, sliding his hands down to wrap in my hair. It came out of its bun, falling in dishevelled strands around my face.
“I never get to make you come,” I said, licking a solid line from the base of his cock to the head.
“You always make me come.”
“No, you come when you feed from me. That’s cheating.”
“You give me permission, though. It counts.”
“Not to me. I’ll give you special permission to be rough with me tonight,” I said, smirking up at him. He was flushed, eyes black with lust instead of anger now. “Get out some of the anger you were feeling earlier.”
“I already got it out…”
He trailed off when I swallowed his cock down, taking it deep enough that I gagged. Unfortunately, I wasn’t blessed with the deep throat skills of an incubus, but I’d had plenty of practice at this. Caspian shoved his hips forward when I pulled back, making me gag again until I got into a rhythm. I pulled back, then slid forward as his hips thrust forward to meet me. It was a rough and desperate dance, and Caspian wouldn’t take long to get his release this way.
The moans falling from his lips got more desperate as I sucked and licked him, short guttural sounds echoing through the alley. People walking past on the street could hear us, would see our forms in the shadows but not our features. I didn’t give a fuck. When I felt him tense, his movements stuttering, I took him to the point of gagging one more time, swallowing every hint of his release as it hit the back of my throat.
I didn’t release him until his legs trembled and his hands were pushing me away instead of pulling me close.
That was when I pulled back and stood, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Caspian greedily reached out for my pants, staring at my crotch in single-minded focus, but I caught him before he could touch me. The way his eyebrows scrunched together in confusion was nothing short of adorable. “What?”
“Patience.”
“But I’m hungry.”
Chuckling, I brushed my thumb across the pout on his lips. “You’re well fed. That orgasm was a little snack for you anyway. You fed off my lust.”
I’d felt it, the faint pull of him. The pull was so tiny that I wouldn’t have known if I hadn’t felt him before and been aware to expect it. “You did this on purpose to punish me for beating you up.”
“Not at all.”
He pulled away from me, grumbling under his breath as he straightened his clothes. It was funny he was the irritated one, when I was ultimately denying myself pleasure. Worth it, though, to maintain dominance over him in one way that he loved to hate. “I’ll feed you tomorrow, and then after your date on Wednesday,” I promised as we made our way out of the alley, heading back to Club Chaos to grab a cab.
If things went the way I thought they would, there wouldn’t be any need to feed my partner when he got back. And fuck, was I ever envious of that.
Chapter 15
Freya
