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He takes his finger away from my lips, undoing the button, and then the zipper on his slacks, pushing them to the floor along with his black boxer briefs.Far be it for him to ever go without underwear like Jax and Loki.

I hum at his already hard cock, which he grabs in his hand and squeezes hard, like he's punishing himself for being so weak, and giving in to this attraction between us. His dick is surrounded by black ink that swirls and eddies in a beautiful pattern, covering every inch of skin.

“I guess we'll find out,” he muses, then snapping his hard steel gaze to mine, he presses his member to my lips. I feel the precum on the tip but don't lick it off yet, keeping my mouth shut until he orders me to open it. If he wants to play the dominant role, he’ll have to work for it.

“You will take my cock deep in that filthy, pretty mouth of yours until I come down your throat. You may use your hands. You are not to seek relief for yourself. Do you understand?” he commands, and I nod my consent and understanding, whimpering with the heady rush of need that fills me all of a sudden. I want to please him, I want to feel him inside my mouth.

Opening up, I take his length in all the way until he hits the back of my tonsils, choking me on his hard length and making me gag slightly, my own hands clenching at my sides. My core floods with warmth, and I’m wet and aching all over again.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he twists my hair tightly in his fist, using his grip to pull me back up, finally letting me take a breath.

I let him take control, keeping my hands beside me, letting him fuck my mouth slowly, yet never making me wait too long to breathe. I get the sudden urge to make him lose that tight control he always has. I want to see him raw and uncontrolled. I want to do that to him.

My hand comes up and starts massaging his balls, rolling, gripping, and releasing them, and a deep groan escapes his lips, his hips starting to jerk out of rhythm, bucking wildly.

“Fuck, Lilly,” he moans, his grip on my hair tightening.

I keep massaging, hollowing out my cheeks to create even more friction. He's so close to losing it, and my knickers are now even wetter, the ache between my legs so intense, it just makes me pump and suck him harder.

Spit drips down my chin as I work him into a frenzy. I start to feel that telltale sign of his imminent climax when his dick grows rock solid, so I move my hands from his balls to the space just behind them and massage hard. He thrusts his hips, and I gag again as he shouts my name, shooting hot cum down my throat. I lap up every drop of his hot release, causing him to shudder and twitch, panting like he's just run a marathon.

I finally release him with an audible pop, sitting back on my heels, my hair running through his now relaxed grip. Looking up into his shadowed face, I can just make out that his eyes are closed, but the rest of his face looks completely at ease as he stands there breathing hard.

His eyelids lazily open, and I wish I could make out the expression in them, but it's just too dark. He reaches out and caresses my face tenderly with his fingertips. Not saying anything, he bends down to pull up his boxers and trousers, doing them up, then his belt. He once again looks down at me.

“Remember. You're not to relieve that ache between those pretty thighs until I or one of the boys says otherwise.”

And with that, he walks over to the stairs, leaving me kneeling and aching on his bedroom floor.

Chapter Sixteen

ASH

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

That was not supposed to happen! Where the fuck is my hard won control? It literally fucks off when that girl is around. God, she's like a fucking temptress, a siren whose call I'm helpless to resist.

When I saw her dancing with my boys, my brothers, her cheeks flushed and eyes heavy-lidded, I almost came in my fucking pants right then and there. I had to set my glass down after I'd heard it crack, nearly breaking it with the sheer fucking lust that raced through me.

I meant to just talk to her, convince her that she couldn't handle all of us, especially me and my...dominant needs. I meant to scare her off. Instead, she submitted beautifully, after a bit of sass, and I got even harder than I’ve been in a long fucking time. Then, when she wrapped those plump lips around my cock, letting me fuck her warm wet mouth like I deserved it...shit!

I've got a semi just thinking about her on her knees for me, ready for round two. She makes me fucking wild. No longer encased in ice, but wreathed in flames burning hot enough to fucking kill.

I pound down the stairs, my thoughts whirling around my head like a maelstrom. I'm brought to an abrupt halt when someone steps in front of me.

Fuck’s sake! It’s that cunt Amber, and I inwardly groan. She considers herself the queen bee of Highgate, and as the king, or at least leader of the Knights, naturally, she thinks we belong together, like this is some kind of fucking teen movie. Regardless of the fact that she fucked Loki last summer.

Flipping her hair over one shoulder, she looks at me from beneath long blonde lashes, batting them like it's attractive. To be honest, it just makes her look like she's got something in her eye.

I plaster a slight smile on my face, I am the host after all. “Amber. Nice of you to stop by,” I drawl in my usual bored tone.

I should be playing nice. My dad has a hard on for her dad's shipping ventures, and basically commanded me to fuck the girl. A frown creases my brow as images of a certain pixie-like brunette with cherry red lips flit across my vision, tied to my bed and begging for more.

I realize that Amber has been talking to me and I've no fucking idea what she's said. I spot Loki and Jax leaning against the railing outside and decide I've played nice enough.

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