I had to make sure my father was okay, but when I came back, I’d make sure Cillian understood I belonged to him.
I drew back from the kiss. “Tell me what you want tonight. Anything you want, and I’m yours. Tie me up, breed me, use me until you’ve got nothing left.”
“I want your hands free tonight,” Cillian said, the rumble to his tone returning. “You’re going to be my good pet and take my cock as I fill you up again and again and again. I’m going to mark you, cover you in my cum so you don’t forget that you’re mine.”
“Gods yes,” I gasped out. “Can I…touch you?”
He nodded. “Wherever you want, pet.”
“Are your horns sensitive?” I asked. It had been a curiosity of mine for a while, but when we fucked, Cillian often took me apart piece by piece rather than letting me return the favor. When he was feral and wild, he needed the control, and I washappy to hand it over, but tonight I wanted to feel all of him. I wanted him claiming me, taking me in every single way, but I wanted to bring him as much pleasure as I could too.
“They are. You can touch them while you ride me,” he said, pushing to a stand. “Strip for me, gorgeous.”
I licked my lips. “Can I suck your cock first?”
He ran fingers through my curls, his claws scraping against my scalp, and I shivered. “Get naked and on your knees.”
Oh god. The way he commanded me made me lose my mind. I unbuttoned my shirt, shunted my pants and underwear off, socks and shoes ditched in the process. His room was comfortable, familiar, but a heaviness weighed in the air tonight, the realization that tomorrow I’d be leaving this place to find my father, and the uncertainty of the world outside it terrified me.
I lowered to my knees in front of him, the bite of the hard floor against them keeping me grounded. He loomed over me and tugged his shirt off first. Then he unzipped his slacks and dragged them down his thighs. My mouth watered as his cock sprang free, thick and ridged and bright red with a dark crimson head. His pre-cum glistened at the tip, and I leaned forward to lick it. The salty burst traveled through me, and I craved more, an addiction.
I hadn’t tried to suck him down too often due to the sheer size of his cock, but I wanted to try to fit as much of him in as I could. He held the base of his cock in place, and I drew his tip to my mouth. The musky scent of him made me hard, the heat of his body so close to mine setting me on fire. I craved the weight of him in my mouth as I sucked him in a little deeper. His cock was velvety and smooth, and I ran my tongue along the bottom of his length, up and down, up and down.
Cillian let out a low groan as he carded his fingers through my curls and then gripped tight. The sting of his clutch combined with the ache of my knees on the floor, the edge of pain makingme harder. My cock leaked between my legs, and I loved the sight of him looming over me, the reminder of how massive he was ever present.
I opened my jaw further and swallowed another few inches, the tip of his cock nudging against the back of my throat. I gagged a little around it, tears leaking down my cheeks even as I continued to suck through the motion. The weight of him there, how he filled me up, my jaw strained, turned me on beyond belief. Even though he kept his grip firm on my curls, he still circled the base of his cock with one hand, making it clear I wasn’t close to taking all of him.
I started to bob up and down on his length, the tip bumping against the back of my throat over and over. Saliva poured from my lips, dripping onto my thighs and the floor, but I didn’t stop. My eyes stung, blurred by the tears leaking from them as I choked on his cock again and again and again.
“You feel so good,” Cillian purred, gentle compared to how he normally took me. I craved both, his wildness and tenderness in the same breath.
I drew air in through my nose as I continued to swallow him, his pre-cum trickling down my throat. He surrounded me like this, the musk of him, the feel of him, and I loved being on my knees for him. I’d offer my holes any time of day if he wanted, just to feel him inside me in some way.
The need to be filled by him grew to an ache, and goddamn, I wanted him to knot my hole so badly.
I sucked harder and reached up to touch his balls, a heavy weight in my palms. A shudder rolled through him at my touch, and I continued to tease them as I sucked. He started to shuttle his hand around his base, shifting his hips forward every time my mouth descended. My vision blurred, and the saliva continued to pour from me in a steady dribble. My thighs were drenched from it at this point.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he groaned and pulled out of my mouth.
“On my face,” I begged, closing my eyes.
A second later, his cum descended in a hot splatter on my forehead, my cheeks, dripping down my chin. A sinful shiver raced through me at the way he’d marked me. Fuck, I wanted his cum everywhere—across my body, on my tongue and in my belly, dripping from my hole. I rocked back on my heels and swiped at a glob of it then licked it off my finger. The salty taste delivered another shiver of satisfaction.
“You’re gorgeous,” Cillian murmured.
I swiped at my face, sucking more of his cum off my fingers. His shadow shifted above me, the creak of his steps retreating, and a second later, a cloth touched my face as he wiped the rest off.
“Why’d you take it away?” I asked, a slight pout to my lips.
Cillian’s mouth twisted into a grin as he stripped out of his pants, socks, shoes, until he was completely bare. All those thick muscles on display had me wanting to drop to my knees again to worship him. “Because I have so much more I want to do with you tonight.”
I’d take every last second I could get.
Chapter 26
Cillian settled on the edge of the bed, those thick thighs clear and spread. Fuck, I wanted to sink my teeth into them. I crawled toward him on my hands and knees until I reached the edge of the bed, and then pushed up until I was close enough to nuzzle at his cock, which had deflated but was still heavy and long. I lapped at the tip again, as if I could get more cum from it somehow.
“Greedy little thing,” he said, his voice rich and melodic as he gripped my chin, lifting me away from his cock. “Come sit on my lap.”
