His teeth on my bottom lip were gentle at first. Hesitant. I made some kind of noise but I really wasn’t able to pay attention to anything other than the feel of his teeth, his lips, and his tongue as it shyly traced my lip.
He tasted like apples, crisp and fresh and sweet. When he moaned and arched his back, pressing himself against me and driving his tongue past my lips, I tilted my head and responded in kind.
I’d only ever read about kissing in books, had no clue what I was doing, but Bowen was so eager as he took the lead. He moaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue, my lips, nipping me and kissing and tasting. He was everywhere, like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to do first, to taste first. Like he wanted to do all of it at once.
His soft lips on mine, the wet heat of his tongue, the stinging bite of his teeth—it was an onslaught of overwhelming sensations. I opened my eyes and his were already open, like he’d been watching me, cataloging my reactions.
Fuck.
He drew back only to tilt his head and lean in to lick along my jaw and suck his way down my neck. Heat was building in my groin and every part of me was beyond sensitive; I was too aware of the hardness of his nipples that were rubbing against my chest through his shirt, his cock pressing into my stomach, the velvety feel of his tongue as he tasted every inch of me he could reach.
“I’m gonna—” Fuck, I was gonna come just from this. I grabbed his head to hold him still because if he licked me one more time, I’d lose it.
He made a sound of frustration that was more like a growl and glared at me.
“Wait,” I panted. “I just need a second, okay?”
His eyes darted around my face and when they locked onto mine, there was a glint in them, like he’d just thought of something. He let go of my shoulder and reached around his back and then beneath him, still holding my gaze, and when his hand found the hard ridge of my cock, he smiled.
“Can I please?” he asked, and I had to let go of his head so I could grab onto his hand and stop him from squeezing me because I was about to burst.
“Bowen…”
He rolled his hips to rub himself against me. “Please, Cain?”
I didn’t know what he was specifically asking to do, but whatever it was I’d let him.
Anything he wanted, I’d give him—even if it meant giving him every part of myself.
He could have it all.
Chapter 13
Bowen
Ididn’t know whether I wanted to laugh or cry or melt into Cain.
I wasn’t sure what this feeling was; I felt ready to burst out of my own skin, an unstoppable joy tangling with this bone-deep arousal and the furious need to be skin to skin with him.
I stuck my hand between our bodies to rub myself because I couldn’t wait any longer. My cock was so hard it was throbbing, and every brush against his body was making my skin thrum with the most intense pleasure.
It was making me frantic, like the rain did, but in a different way. Like I’d spent a lifetime collecting all this energy and now it had finally been released.
The muzzle and collar were gone.
I would never, ever wear them again.
My head felt strange when I moved it. Lighter. Not seeing the muzzle at the edge of my vision anymore was…strange, too.
I didn’t feel like I was on the verge of being strangled, either. I could bend my neck and turn my head without anything tugging or tightening or pinching.
I was free, and it was all thanks to this man. This giant who’d taken me in and given me everything, expecting nothing in return.
I wanted to give him things.
I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
A lot of the hounds had made each other feel good with their mouths, and I wanted to do that for him. I wanted to taste every inch of him, to lick him everywhere. Touch him everywhere. Be skin to skin with him, feel the heat of his body against mine.
