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My legs fell instinctively, taking my weight once again.
But not for long.
Because then Bael’s other hand went to my shoulder, pushing me until I had no choice but to lower down to my knees in front of him.
Once he had me there, his fingers snagged my chin, jerking it up to force my gaze to his.
As soon as he had it, a low, growling noise moved through him again.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded, his thumb teasing upward to trace the edge of my lower lip until it fell open, helpless to do anything but follow his instructions.
His other hand lifted, his fingers slipping into my mouth.
Unsure what to do, I closed my mouth around those same fingers that had been inside of me, and a strange surge of dark desire flooded my system.
It seemed to do the same to Bael, as those eyes seemed to spark red flames as he watched me.
“Fuck,” he hissed, dropping my chin to impatiently work to free his cock from his pants, then fisting it in his hand as he slowly slipped his fingers out of my mouth. “Open wider,” he growled as I looked at the perfect, thick length of him, feeling my sex clench hard, wanting to feel him buried deep inside. “Wider,” he hissed as his hand crushed the back of my skull. “There you go,” he said as his cock tapped against my lips before sliding between.
If you ever told me that I would be going down on a practical stranger in one of my favorite parts of the library, I would have laughed at you.
But that was exactly what was happening as my lips closed around him, working down his hard length, taking as much of him as I could without making a sound.
“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips jerking a bit with his desire as I started to work him, finding the rhythm he seemed to like best, then working him relentlessly.
His hand reached down, grabbing my hand and pulling it up, guiding me until my fingers were cupping his balls.
“Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he said, voice rough, as my mouth kept sliding up and down his shaft, and my hand started to carefully massage his balls.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually enjoyed oral before, but there was no denying I was getting some sort of rush by having Bael at my mercy as his breathing got more erratic, as his fingers crushed into my skull, his nails clearly in need of a trim, as his hips rocked into my mouth, too far gone to have any sort of self-control.
“Take me deeper,” he demanded, rocking harder into my mouth. “Fuck, baby, deeper,” he growled. “I need to come down that pretty throat of yours,” he added.
Those words had no right to be as sexy as they sounded to me right then as I took him as deep as I could.
He made me take him deeper still, though, as he slammed his hips forward, making me feel him come down my throat as he let out a savage curse.
His hand held me there afterward, his cock still in my mouth, my face crushed to his stomach, as he tried to come down from the orgasm.
When he finally did, his cock barely got a chance to slide out of my mouth before he was reaching to tuck it away.
Had I done something wrong?
Because, suddenly, he looked furious.
And his gaze stubbornly refused to find mine again.
Then, before I could say anything—as if I even knew what to say—he turned and stormed out of the corner we were hidden in. And, I imagined, the library as a whole.
I don’t know how long I sat there, still on my knees, like some part of me was pathetically waiting for him to return, before I snapped out of it and got back to my feet.
My gaze shot around, wanting to make sure we’d been as secluded as I thought we were. Satisfied that no one had seen, I was just ready to turn to go back to my table when I spotted them.
They almost looked like, I don’t know, claw marks. On the wooden shelf in front of the stack of books.
No.
Claw marks made no sense at all.
