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“Don’t ever say that again,” I say fiercely. I look into his wide eyes and damn, I want to hug him but he already said no. “Jax—”
But before I can say anything more, he shoves his hand down the front of my briefs, strong fingers closing around my cock and its piercings, and squeeze, pushing all the air out of my lungs.
“Ugh,” I manage intelligently, my hands reaching for him, stopping halfway there. “Fuck.”
“Not today,” he says, the edge in his voice tempered with a hint of laughter. He pulls, then eases his fist back down, stroking up and down, up and down until I’m about to lose my mind.
And my load.
Two with one stone, I think randomly and almost snicker out loud. Fuck, I’m really losing it.
Then his grip relaxes, and I curse. He releases my cock and lifts his chin. His eyes flash.
I blink at him in confusion. “What?”
“I’m not going down on you,” he says. “If you thought it was a possibility. Just to be clear. I don’t go down on guys.”
I open my mouth to tell him he’s a homophobe all right, but then two things register. One, he’s had his hand down my pants without any trouble, and two, he just told me that he’d had a fucking harrowing experience as a slave with the vampires when he was younger.
“That vampire who looks like me,” I say calmly, much more calmly than I feel, “will die at my hand one day, I promise you that.”
“Rys.” He swallows hard. “Swear to me you won’t tell Mia anything about this.”
“About your hand on my dick?”
“Jackass.” He looks away. “About this vampire.”
“Secret’s safe with me. Though you know you should tell her. Sooner or later, this will come bite you in the ass if you don’t. And I want names so I can kick ass. Listen…” I watch his expression start to shutter. “What happened to you is no shame, man. Shame is on those who abused their power over you. Those who took you. You survived and went on living, and that’s damn brave if you don’t mind me saying so.”
His eyes are back on me, wide. “But—”
“Now come here. I want your cock in my mouth right now.”
“What?”
“Am I speaking demonic? I think my English is pretty damn good. Your cock. Here. Now. Unless…” I study his face. “Unless you don’t want that, either.”
“No, that’s… That’s fine.” He clears his throat. “Yeah, sure.”
“Such enthusiasm,” I growl. “So what are you waiting for? A printed invitation?”
After that, he finally gets moving and gets me thoroughly fucking distracted…
Before the events of the last month, it had been a while since I’d had a guy’s dick in my mouth. I like boys as well as girls. Much like most of us old magical creatures, I couldn’t care less about gender. Gender isn’t set in stone anyway. I lust after specific people—like Ashton, and yeah, I already broke my no-kneeling-and-no-blowjobs rule for him yesterday—and like Jason.
This wolf has intrigued me for a long while now. He’d be pretty if he wasn’t so damn strong, if he didn’t have a jaw square enough to cut glass and a set of shoulders broad enough to carry the world on.
His cock is just like the rest of him—big, pretty, hard. Tastes like bitter roots and fresh grass and salt. He has sat on the bed and I’m between his legs, a position I never thought I’d find myself in ever again. I’d promised to myself. Kneel for nobody from now on, I’d said.
But I can’t not kneel for him, not after what he admitted to me. Half-admitted, no details, but there are clues to a man’s past, and I’ve seen quite a few tonight.
After all, he came here for me, doing me a kindness, and that’s not something I’m used to, either. Another thing I swore I wouldn’t ever trust again.
Yet I trust him, like I trust the others.
Like I trust Mia.
Stop thinking.
