“You wanna come for me, baby boy?” He strokes me hard and fast while massaging my tight balls then stops.
Jesus, I might die after all—death from edging.
My angry dick throbs. I grip the bottom of the wooden headboard to stop myself from grabbing his thick hair andforcing him to end my suffering. The leather belt digs into my wrists from the effort of holding back.
Hard-fast-stop.“You gonna be good? Like you promised?”Hard-fast-stop.
I clench my thighs to prevent from releasing in his hand.
Here’s the punishment I crave—the one where he edges me senseless and we both get what we want. I can pretend to be friends during the day if he wrecks me every night—but only with the team. Everywhere else is fair game.
I babble incoherent words behind the tape:Yes. I’ll be good. Pleaselet me come.
“You taunt me with Grant again, and I’ll make you beg for it with my cock shoved down your throat. Understood?”
That sounds fan-fucking-tastic, but okay. I whine and rock my hips in reply.
His lips return, his fist working my shaft in tandem with his mouth. It’s rough and sloppy, and I swear, his goal is to suck the cum right out of me.
I shatter in seconds, spiraling into oblivion. I shoot rope after rope of cum onto his tongue, the back of his throat. It doesn’t stop.
My muscles jerk, and I’m so strung out, I’m incapable of speech. My brain is utterly blank. I’m dazed, lightheaded, breathless. My entire body tingles, each nerve ending vibrating, and a low hum resonates in my ears.
The hockey tape rips free, and I come back to planet Earth, realizing he’s hovering over me. He grasps my jaw, squeezes my cheeks, and my lips open automatically. He leans down and spits into my mouth—spitsmy own cuminto my mouth, mixed with his saliva.
One more way of him marking me, owning me, and my spent cock twitches back to life.
He brings his hand to my throat. “Swallow.”
I obey, my Adam’s apple grazing his palm.
“Good boy,” he praises, dark and satisfied.
The high of the orgasm begins to fade, and I’m ready for another—an Ethan high. I need him.
“You want more?”
I nod, my eyes meeting his, unsure if I’m allowed—or able—to speak.I want you.
“You’re insatiable.” His thumb traces my bottom lip. “Can I fuck this pretty mouth?”
He’s becoming less inhibited with his dirty talk, and for once, that word doesn’t cause my stomach to roil, doesn’t provoke the violent rage in my chest. He’s rewiring my brain, linking words and actions to pleasure and love that were once associated with pain and fear.
I part my lips.
Chapter 20
Aurora
Iread late into the night, a steamy vampire romance that leaves me aching. I message Jax a few times, but he doesn’t reply. Given the time difference, he’s probably asleep, and I don’t dare text Ethan for the same reason.
After we ate, Reece settled into the pillows and passed out. I must have exhausted him. He woke briefly to check his phone, get a drink, and use the bathroom before drifting off again. The blackout curtains obscure the time of day, but he obviously needs the rest.
My eyelids grow heavy until they eventually fall shut. I toss and turn. Hot all over, I strip off Reece’s T-shirt I put on before bed.
A muscled body presses to mine, an arm coming around my abdomen. “What’s the matter, angel? Can’t sleep?” His deep voice is deliciously husky and sexy as hell.
“No.” My ass has a mind of its own, seeking his erection and grinding into him.
